“The odd sound. What a mercy to have that to turn to. Now and then. In dark and silence to close as if to light the eyes and hear a sound. Some object moving from its place to its last place. Some soft thing softly stirring soon to stir no more. To darkness visible to close the eyes and hear if only that. Some soft thing softly stirring soon to stir no more.”
“Till the eye closes and freed from pore the mind inquires, What does this mean? What finally does this mean that at first sight seemed clear? ”
“Unformulable gropings of the mind. Unstillable.”
NOHOW ON COMPANY SAMUEL BECKETT
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