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- Beckett the tinkerer (part two) by The Truth About Lies on Nov 12, 2009
Here’s a link to Part one if you missed it. What Where was Beckett's last play produced following a request for a new work for the 1983 Autumn Festival in Graz, Austria. It was written between February and March 1983 initially in French...
- Beckett the tinkerer (part one) by The Truth About Lies on Nov 5, 2009
We're not entirely restrictive. We're not . . . conservers of museum pieces. Not at all. — Edward Beckett There is a school of thought (passionately held by many) that holds that it is tantamount to sacrilege to tamper with one of...
- Strange laughter by Notes From A Room on Oct 16, 2009
And at the thought of the punishments Youdi might inflict upon me I was seized by such a mighty fit of laughter that I shook, with mighty silent laughter and my features composed in their wonted sadness and calm. But my whole body shook, and even my...
- Better Here or There? by Sue Guiney:Me and Others on Oct 13, 2009
Here I go, traveling again. First, a fun trip with a friend to Verona. A bit of a celebratory, empty nest sort of trip, an I-can-do-it-now-so-why-don't-I kind of thing. Then after a few days home, I'm off to the States to visit family and...
- I just feel things by Notes From A Room on Oct 7, 2009
- I never read philosophy. - Why not? - I don’t understand it. […] - Why did you write your books? - I don’t know. I’m not an intellectual. I just feel things. I invented Molloy and the rest on the day I understood how stupid I’d been. I be...
- Flowing unbroken by Notes From A Room on Oct 5, 2009
Only the words break the silence, all other sounds have ceased. If I were silent I’d hear nothing. But if I were silent the other sounds would start again, those to which the words have made me deaf, or which have really ceased. But I am silent, it...
- An anonymous cause by Notes From A Room on Sep 28, 2009
But images of this kind the will cannot revive without doing them violence. Much of what they had it takes away, much they never had it foists upon them. And the Molloy I brought to light, that memorable August Sunday, was certainly not the true de...
