Friday, February 23, 2007

Speechless

"Seeing as how we are more or less all set now for Belacqua and the Alba to meet at least, make contact at least and carry along for a time side by side, failing to coalesce, or, better said, dropping for once the old sweet song of failure, just not doing so, either because each in his and her own way was made of sterner stuff than, say , any single bee in d'Alembert's dream of the coagulum of continuous bees or because they had no particular lust to mingle or because the duration of their mere contiguity was on the short side for the answer to the love tot to be 1 or because they abode a pair of articles of such a hard, heterogeneous and complex constitution that the were a great deal more likely to break down and come unstuck in two separate non-synchronized processes each on his and her side of the fence than sink their differences and pool their resources in the slush of platitudinous treacle that is wont to grace theses occasions, take your choice and pick your fancy: seeing as how then, to repeat that beautiful conjunction, it is now or never the time to sidetrack and couple those two lone birds and give them at least a chance to make a hit and bring it off, would it not be idle on our part to temporise further and hold up the happy event with the gratuitous echolalia and claptrap rhapsodies that are palmed off as passion and lyricism and the high spots of the creative ecstasy, the crises, no less, in our demiurgent tension after unity of consciousness (as if we bothered our arse about our pestilential consciousness) , and which, as a matter of fact, are nothing more or less, if any dear reader would care to come in on a good thing, than padding: the fall-back and the stand-by, don't you know, of the gentleman scrivener who has no very near or dear or clear ideas on any subject whatsoever and whose talent is not the dense talent of the proselytiser and the proxenete but the rarer article in the interests of whose convulsions clouds of words condense to no particular purpose."
Samuel Beckett in Dream of Fair to Middling Women.