Octavio Solis’s Reviews > Three Novels: Molloy / Malone Dies / The Unnamable > Status Update

“I feel the end at hand, and the beginning likewise, to every man his orbit, that’s obvious.”

“… I’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 space…”

“The scytheman will tell, it’s all one to him. But let us go back as planned, afterwards we’ll fall forward as projected.”