Quotation by Samuel Beckett

And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think. And so on for all the other things which made merry with my senses. Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names. I say that now, but after all what do I know now about then, now when the icy words hail down upon me, the icy meanings, and the world dies too, foully named.
Samuel Beckett (1906–1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Molloy, in Molloy, p. 41, Grove Press (1970).
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