Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable

Malone Dies:
‰ЫПSapo dropped his jaw and breathed through his mouth. It is not easy to see in virtue of what this expression is incompatible with erotic thoughts, but indeed his dream was less of girls than of himself, his own life, his life to be. That is more than enough to stop up the nose of a lucid and sensitive boy, and cause his jaw temporarily to sag.‰Ыќ

‰ЫПIt was summer. The room was dark in spite of the door and window open on the great outer light. Through these narrow openings, far apart, the light poured, lit up a little space, then died, undiffused. It had no steadfastness, no assurance of lasting as long as day lasted. But it entered at every moment, renewed from without, entered and died at every moment, devoured by the dark. And at the least abatement of the inflow the room grew darker and darker until nothing in it was visible any more. For the dark had triumphed. And Sapo, his face turned towards an earth so resplendent that it hurt his eyes, felt at his back and all about him the unconquerable dark, and it licked the light on his face.‰Ыќ

The Unnamable (read in 2008):
‰ЫПThere are even those whose sang-froid is such that they throw themselves out of the window. No one asks him to go to those lengths. But simply to discover, without further assistance from without, the alleviations of flight from self, that‰ЫЄs all, he won‰ЫЄt go far, he needn‰ЫЄt go far. Simply to find within himself a palliative for what he is, through no fault of his own.‰Ыќ

‰ЫПOh I know, I know, attention please, this may mean something, I know, there‰ЫЄs nothing new there, it‰ЫЄs all part of the same old irresistible boloney, namely, But my dear man, come, be reasonable, look, this is you, look at this photograph, and here‰ЫЄs your file, no convictions, I assure you, come now, make an effort, at your age, to have no identity, it‰ЫЄs a scandal, I assure you, look at this photograph, what ‰Ы_.‰Ыќ