Some of What I've Underlined (Thus Far) in Beckett's "Malone Dies"
Some of the "bits" I've underscored (in Kindle) in Beckett's "Malone Dies":
- What matters is to eat and excrete
- Nothing is more real than nothing
- and sorry he could make no meaning of the babel raging in his head, the doubts, desires, imagings and dreads
- And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another
- There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle
- It is such a night as Kaspar David Friedrich loved, tempestuous and bright
- The noises of nature, of mankind and even my own, were all jumbled together in one and the same unbridled gibberish
- For he knew how the dead and buried tend, contrary to what one might expect, to rise to the surface, in which they resembled the drowned
- You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these eight, no, six, these six planes that enclose me are of solid bone
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In uber-Math, the man who has everything, in sum, has nothing. If all of his possessions get mapped onto a number line, they approach BOTH positive infinity and negative infinity. The grand total is
Zero!
Beckett is not an irrational number. He is the ultimate number.