Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what would I say, if I had a voice, who says this, saying it’s me?
— Samuel Beckett, Texts for Nothing #4 (via frenchtwist)
And more and more my language appears to me like a veil which one has to tear apart in order to get to those things (or the nothingness) lying behind it.
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Samuel Beckett, 1937 from The Letters *
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