And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
In Samuel Beckett's "Molloy", the narrator reflects on the nature of expression and creativity. He suggests that no matter what is articulated, it may not genuinely reflect original thought. The act of speaking is framed as a form of invention, yet he questions the validity of this notion, emphasizing that individuals often only reiterate what they have previously learned, rather than creating something new. This raises doubts about the authenticity of personal expression.
The narrator emphasizes a disconnect between true emotional experience and the dry, rehearsed words we often rely on. He implies that language can be a barrier to genuine feeling, reinforcing a sense of emptiness in our communication. This existential observation challenges the reader to consider how much of their expression is truly their own, as opposed to a mere repetition of absorbed lessons, ultimately lamenting the loss of heartfelt sincerity in the human experience.
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