Tires of my weariness, white Last moon, only regret, not even. Being dead, before her, on her, with her, and turning, dead on dead, around the poor men, and never having to die, among the dying. Not even, not even that. My moon was here below, here very low, the little that I knew how to desire. And one day, soon, a night of earth, soon, under the earth, a dying will say, like me, in the clair of earth, not even, not even that, and will die, without having been able to find a regret.
In this passage, the speaker conveys a deep sense of weariness and regret, reflecting on existence and the inevitability of death. There is a poignant acknowledgment of being surrounded by others who are also dying, yet the speaker feels a unique detachment, as if they are already dead within this life. The imagery of the moon serves as a metaphor for unfulfilled desires and the low state of their existence. The emphasis on "not even" signifies a profound emptiness, marking a struggle to find meaning or regret.
The speaker anticipates a moment of dying, where even in that final moment, there will be a lack of regret or fulfillment. The phrase "not even that" highlights a sense of despair and the futility of searching for meaning or closure. This feeling of being trapped in a cycle of death and yearning permeates the text, suggesting that even in contemplating death, the search for significance remains elusive. By expressing these thoughts, the passage captures Beckett's exploration of human existence and the complexities of emotional desolation.
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