Three Novels: Molloy / Malone Dies / The Unnamable

I am in my mother’s room.

This time, then once more I think, …

So I saw A and C going slowly …

He looks old and it is a sorry sight …

But that is not, I mean my hand, …

From things about to disappear …

So I doubtless did better, …

Now of all the noises that night …

But talking of the craving …

My mother never refused to see me, …

I should add, before I get down …

I was out of sorts. They are deep, …

At the police station I was haled …

And suddenly I remembered …

It was late afternoon when they …

They were watching me through …

That night was not like the other …

The glorious, the truly glorious …

Unable to remember the name …

There emanated such tedium …

Someone was poking the dog …

She ushered me into the drawing room …

I must have fallen asleep …

That moon then, all things considered …

The next day I demanded my clothes …

But that there were natural causes …

So I put my clothes on, having first …

But none the less from time to time …

Now as to telling you why …

My bicycle had disappeared again …

Now with regard to my food …

Could a woman have stopped me …

She must have been a woman …

Long before dawn this lodging house …

People were hastening angrily …

And while saying to myself that …

Morning is the time to hide …

But in order to blacken a few more …

It was obvious that by increasing …

Pausing then, and concentrating …

It was a wild part of the coast …

Let us try and get this dilemma clear …

And though it is no part of my tottering …

Bristling with boils ever since …

The forest was all about me and …

The shock knocked me down …

For I have greatly sinned, at all times …

But I also said, yet a little while …

And now, let us have done. Flat on my …

It is midnight. The rain is beating …

A man came into the garden and walked …

It was too late for mass. I did not need …

I got up and went to the kitchen …

The sun’s beams shone through …

I had nothing else to say to him …

I went up to my room again …

I got up and went to the window …

The agent and the messenger …

My weekly supply of lager …

I still had a few hours left before the dinner.

Molloy, or Mollose, was no stranger to me …

I knew then about Molloy, without …

Two remarks. Between Molloy …

Jacques was scarlet in the face …

I looked at my son. He had his mouth …

An acute pain shot through my knee.

Before going into my son’s room …

Finding my spirits as low in the …

My son could only embarrass me. …

I looked round for the last time …

In the lane, having locked …

It was summer holidays …

I have no intention of relating …

By the Molloy country I mean …

Some twenty paces from my …

I gave fitful thought, while basking …

One night, having finally succeeded …

The sky was that horrible colour …

Did you have a good night? I said.

I looked at my watch. It was ten o’clock …

The day seemed very long.

But when I woke it was day again …

It was evening. I had lit my fire …

I do not know what happened then …

But I did not go far. For I soon …

So this third day wore away. For I soon …

We went down the road. It was more …

In this way we came to Ballyba …

That night I had a violent scene …

I was therefore alone, with my bag …

It was evening. I had just crawled …

That night I set out for home …

Certain questions of a theological …

But before I launch my body …

Then there are the clothes I cleave …

It was evening. I was waiting quietly …

Now I may make an end …

I shall soon be quite dead at last …

This time I know where I am going …

Present state. This room seems to be mine …

Not only am I left here, but I am looked after …

The man’s name was Saposcat. Like his father’s …

What tedium. And I call that playing …

Sapo loved nature, took an interest …

We are getting on. Nothing is less like me …

The market. The inadequacy of the …

I told myself too that I must make better …

The Lamberts. The Lamberts found it …

The son, or heir, was a great strapping …

In the filthy kitchen, with its earth floor …

And so he went, all unsuspecting …

When I stop, as just now, the noises …

I fear I must have fallen asleep again …

The summer holidays were drawing to a close …

The Lamberts. One day Sapo arrived …

Now that it was dark again in the kitchen …

What tedium. If I went on to the stone …

There is naturally another possibility …

What misfortune, the pencil must have …

And while I was busy pursuing my pencil …

I have taken a long time to find him again …

The hat, as hard as iron, superbly domed …

And if as suggested it is dusk, then …

I feel I feel it’s coming …

But let’s leave these morbid matters …

Caught by the rain far from shelter Macmann …

And there comes the hour when nothing …

And it must be presumed that he received …

Quick quick my possessions …

I wonder what my last words will be …

My photograph. It is not a photograph …

I have lost my stick. That is the outstanding …

One day, much later, to judge by his appearance …

It seemed probable to Macmann that he was …

This first phase, that of the bed, was …

I am lost. Not a word. Inauspicious beginnings …

Moll. I’m going to kill her. She continued …

A last effort. Lemuel have the impression …

I have had a visit. Things were going too well …

Standing by the bed he watched me …

When he had gone I said to myself …

Wearing over his long shirt a great striped cloak …

Try and go on. The pure plateau air …

On one morning Lemuel, putting in the …

In the third a small thin man was pacing up and …

The waggonette. Up on the box, beside the …

The island. A last effort. The islet. The shore …

Where now? Who now? When now? …

Were I not devoid of feeling his beard would …

It would help me, since to me too I must …

The other advances full upon me …

Air, the air, is there anything to be squeezed …

I hope this preamble will soon come to an end …

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes …

Let us then assume nothing, neither that I …

Decidedly Basil is becoming important, I’ll call him …

So many prospects in so short a time …

But one more suggestion before I forget …

Mahood himself nearly codded me more than once …

He’ll never reach us if he doesn’t get …

When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do …

Finally I found myself, without surprise …

There is no use denying, no use harping on …

Yes, it was fatal, no sooner had the …

If I have a warm place, it is not in their hearts …

I like this colourful language, these bold …

It’s a question of voices, of voices to keep …

Worm, I don’t like it, but I haven’t much …

It is the hour of the aperitif, already people …

When Mahood I once knew a doctor …

It is cold, this morning it snowed …

Worm, be worm, you’ll see, it’s impossible …

I’m worm, that is to say I am no longer he …

We must first, to begin with, go back to his …

It’s a starting point, he’s off, they don’t …

They look, to see if he has stirred …

Yes, so much the worse, he knows it is …

Currish obscurity, to thy kennel, hell‐hound …

But what calm, apart from the discourse …

In any case they are easy, rightly or wrongly …

But this is my punishment, my crime is my …

Or worm, good old worm, perhaps he won’t …

I myself am exceptionally given to the tear …

As far as I personally am concerned there is …

And it’s not over. For here comes another …

How all comes right in the end to be sure …

Moreover, that’s right, link, link, you never know …

No point either, in your thirst, your hunger …

But I really mustn’t ask myself any more questions …

There I am in any case equipped with eyes …

Even if there were things, a thing somewhere …

As to believing I shall go silent for good and all …

Help, help, if I could only describe this place …

No, I won’t do it, what won’t I do …

He must have travelled, he whose voice …

They love each other, marry, in order to love …

But when it falters and when it stops …

The place, I’ll make it all the same …