Perhaps things have changed since. So all I know is that it was much the same
weather when I left as when I came, so far as I was capable of knowing what the weather was. And I had been under the weather so long, under all
weathers, that I could tell quite well between them, my body could tell between them and seemed even to have its likes, its dislikes. I think I stayed in
several rooms one after the other, or alternately, I don't know. In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one,
open variously on the parading universe. The house was fixed, that is perhaps what I mean by these different rooms. House and garden were fixed,
thanks to some unknown mechanism of compensation, and I, when I stayed still, as I did most of the time, was fixed too, and when I moved, from place to
place, it was very slowly, as in a cage out of time, as the saying is, in the jargon of the schools, and out of space too to be sure. For to be out of one and
not out of the other was for cleverer than me, who was not clever, but foolish. But I may be quite wrong. And these different windows that open in my head,
when I grope again among those days, really existed perhaps and perhaps do still, in spite of my being no longer there, I mean there looking at them,
opening them and shutting them, or crouched in a corner of the room marvelling at the things they framed.
weather when I left as when I came, so far as I was capable of knowing what the weather was. And I had been under the weather so long, under all
weathers, that I could tell quite well between them, my body could tell between them and seemed even to have its likes, its dislikes. I think I stayed in
several rooms one after the other, or alternately, I don't know. In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one,
open variously on the parading universe. The house was fixed, that is perhaps what I mean by these different rooms. House and garden were fixed,
thanks to some unknown mechanism of compensation, and I, when I stayed still, as I did most of the time, was fixed too, and when I moved, from place to
place, it was very slowly, as in a cage out of time, as the saying is, in the jargon of the schools, and out of space too to be sure. For to be out of one and
not out of the other was for cleverer than me, who was not clever, but foolish. But I may be quite wrong. And these different windows that open in my head,
when I grope again among those days, really existed perhaps and perhaps do still, in spite of my being no longer there, I mean there looking at them,
opening them and shutting them, or crouched in a corner of the room marvelling at the things they framed.
( Samuel Beckett )
[ Molloy ]
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