h's review
Three Novels by Samuel Beckett: Molloy, Malone Dies, the Unnamable
by Samuel Beckett
h's review
Three Novels by Samuel Beckett: Molloy, Malone Dies, the Unnamable by Samuel Beckett
h's review
rating:
molloy: devastating. must be read aloud.
"Dear bicycle, I shall not call you bike, you were green, like so many of your generation, I don't know why."
"I can't help it, gas escapes from my fundament on the least pretext, it's hard not to mention it now and then, however great my distaste. One day I counted them. Three hundred and fifteen farts in nineteen hours, or an average of over sixteen farts an hour. After all it's not excessive. Four farts every fifteen minutes. It's nothing. Not even one fart every four minutes. It's unbelievable. Damn it, I hardly fart at all, I should never have mentioned it. Extraordinary how mathematics help you to know yourself."
"Dear bicycle, I shall not call you bike, you were green, like so many of your generation, I don't know why."
"I can't help it, gas escapes from my fundament on the least pretext, it's hard not to mention it now and then, however great my distaste. One day I counted them. Three hundred and fifteen farts in nineteen hours, or an average of over sixteen farts an hour. After all it's not excessive. Four farts every fifteen minutes. It's nothing. Not even one fart every four minutes. It's unbelievable. Damn it, I hardly fart at all, I should never have mentioned it. Extraordinary how mathematics help you to know yourself."
