What I liked in anthropology was its inexhaustible faculty of negation, its relentless definition of man, as though he were no better than God, in terms of what he is not. But my ideas on this subject were always horribly confused, for my knowledge of men was scant and the meaning of being beyond me.
Samuel BeckettEstragon:-¿Cuál es nuestro papel en este asunto?
Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel?
Estragon:-Tómate tiempo.
Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel? El del suplicante.
Estragon:-¿Hasta este extremo?
Vladimir: ¿El señor tiene exigencias que hacer valer?
Estragon:-¿Ya no tenemos derechos?
(Risa de Vladimir, quien se reprime como antes. Mismos gestos, salvo la sonrisa)
Vladimir:-Me harías reír si me estuviera permitido.
Estragon:-¿Los hemos perdido?
Vladimir (con claridad):-Los hemos vendido.
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Vladimir:-Cuando uno piensa, oye.
Estragon:-Cierto.
Vladimir:-Y eso impide reflexionar.
Estragon:-Claro.
Vladimir:-Impide pensar.
Estragon:-De todos modos se piensa.
Vladimir:-¡Qué va!, resulta imposible.
Estragon:-Eso es, contradigámonos.
Vladimir: Imposible.
Estragon:-¿Tú crees?
Vladimir:-Ya no nos arriesgamos a pensar.
Estragon:-Entonces, ¿De qué nos lamentamos?
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لا شيء ينقضي، لا أحد يأتي، لا أحد يذهب، هذا رهيب.
Samuel Beckettلكن فكر فكر ، انت على الأرض ولاعلاج لذلك
Samuel BeckettI'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they, all of them, those that merge, those that part, those that never meet, and nothing else, yes, something else, that I'm something quite different, a quite different thing, a wordless thing in an empty place, a hard shut dry cold black place, where nothing stirs, nothing speaks, and that I listen, and that I seek, like a caged beast born of caged beasts born of caged beasts born of caged beasts born in a cage and dead in a cage, born and then dead, born in a cage and then dead in a cage, in a word like a beast, in one of their words, like such a beast, and that I seek, like such a beast, with my little strength, such a beast, with nothing of its species left but fear and fury, no, the fury is past, nothing but fear, nothing of all its due but fear centupled, fear of its shadow, no, blind from birth, of sound then, if you like, we'll have that, one must have something, it's a pity, but there it is, fear of sound, fear of sounds, the sounds of beasts, the sounds of men, sounds in the daytime and sounds at night, that's enough, fear of sounds all sounds, more or less, more or less fear, all sounds, there's only one, continuous, day and night, what is it, it's steps coming and going, it's voices speaking for a moment, it's bodies groping their way, it's the air, it's things, it's the air among the things, that's enough, that I seek, like it, no, not like it, like me, in my own way, what am I saying, after my fashion, that I seek, what do I seek now, what it is, it must be that, it can only be that, what it is, what it can be, what what can be, what I seek, no, what I hear, I hear them, now it comes back to me, they say I seek what it is I hear, I hear them, now it comes back to me, what it can possibly be, and where it can possibly come from, since all is silent here, and the walls thick, and how I manage, without feeling an ear on me, or a head, or a body, or a soul, how I manage, to do what, how I manage, it's not clear, dear dear, you say it's not clear, something is wanting to make it clear, I'll seek, what is wanting, to make everything clear, I'm always seeking something, it's tiring in the end, and it's only the beginning.
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But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.
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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
Samuel BeckettNot one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing means. Yet only then can you detect, beyond the fatuous clamour, the silence of which the universe is made.
Samuel BeckettBut all this was nothing compared to the face which I regret to say vaguely resembled my own, less the refinement of course, same little abortive moustache, same little ferrety eyes, same paraphimosis of the nose, and a thin red mouth that looked as if it was raw from trying to shit its tongue.
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