BECKETT: Malone Dies (Dermot Crowley/ Sean Barrett) (Naxos Audio Books: NA531912)
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This is the second in the famous trilogy of novels written by Samuel Beckett in the late 1940s. An old man is dying in a room. His bowl of soup comes, his pots are emptied. He waits to die. And while he waits, he constructs stories, mainly to pass the time. Saposcat, the Lambert family, Macmann and his nurse Moll. Other figures weave in and out of his vision and his imagination. This remarkable soliloquy, so intrinsically Beckettian, is as important as Waiting for Godot or Endgame, the famous plays that made his name. Sean Barrett gives a masterly performance.
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I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all |
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This time I know where I am going, |
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I must have thought about my time-table during the |
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Present state. |
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There is a cupboard I have never looked into. |
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Not only am I left here, but I am looked after! |
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I don't know how long I have been here, |
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The man's name is Saposcat. |
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What tedium, |
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I have tried to reflect on the beginning of my sto |
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I shall not give up yet. |
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Sapo's phlegm, his slient ways, |
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We are getting on. |
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The summer holiday.s |
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I fell asleep. |
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Live and invent. |
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The market. |
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I have rummaged a little in my things, |
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I told myself too that I must make better speed. |
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My body does not yet make up its mind. |
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The Lamberts. |
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The son, or heir, was a great strapping lad |
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Dead world, airless, waterless. |
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In the filthy kitchen, with its earth floor, |
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Sapo remained alone, by the window, |
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And so he went, all unsuspecting, |
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When I stop, as just now, the noises being again, |
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Yes, it is quite dark. |
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I fear I must have fallen asleep again. |
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The summer holidays were drawing to a close. |
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The Lamberts. |
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Edmund and his mother passed each other by in sile |
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Mrs Lambert was breathing hard. |
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What tedium. |
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Then Mrs Lambert was alone in the kitchen. |
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Martol tedium. |
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What tedium. |
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There is naturally another possibility |
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Yes, no doubt one may speak of grey. |
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What a misfortune, |
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Now while I was hunting for my pencil |
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And during all this time, |
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But what it is all about exactly I could no more s |
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I have taken a long time to find him again, |
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And there he is as good as gold on the bench, |
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Now with regard to the buttons of this coat, |
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But to pass on now to the garments that really mat |
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So there they are for a few hours in safety. |
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But for Macmann, thank God, |
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I feel. |
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No matter, what matters is |
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But let us leave these morbid matters |
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That settles that. |
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Caught by the rain far from shelter |
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But Macmann would have been more than human, |
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And on him already this important quarter-truth |
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And yet he had done his honest best to give satisf |
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But to pass on now to considerations of another or |
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Quick quick my possessions. |
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In this way I disposed of things I loved |
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Should I go on I wonder. |
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It is some days now since my soup was renewed, |
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I shall therefore die of old age pure and simple, |
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I have lost my stick, |
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One day, much later, to judge by his appearance, |
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It seemed probable to Macmann |
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One day, not long after his admission, |
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This must be the selfsame hat that was abandoned |
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A thousand little things to report, |
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Sweetheart, |
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Such was the rather rambling style of the declarat |
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I am lost. |
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Weary with my weariness, |
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Moll. |
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A last effort. |
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I have had a visit. |
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The visit. |
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Standing by the bed he watched me. |
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At a certain moment, |
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I shall tear a page out of my exercise-book |
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That reminds me, |
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Macmann pygmy beneath the great black gesticulatin |
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Wearing over his long shirt |
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The birds. |
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Try and go on. |
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Beyond the gate |
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On. One morning Lemuel, |
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The cells of the five were far apart |
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In the third a small thin man was pacing up and do |
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A few lines to remind me that I too subsist. |
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Surrounded by his little flock |
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The waggonette. |
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The boat. |
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No, they are no more than hills, |
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The island. |
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When the sun had vanished, |
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