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Malone Dies

LT008832
1975
Samuel Beckett

Editora Calder & Boyars
Idioma Inglês
Estado : Usado 5/5
Encadernação : Brochado
Disponib. - Em stock

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  • Ano
  • 1975
  • Tradutor
  • Samuel Beckett
  • Código
  • LT008832
  • Detalhes físicos
  • Nº Páginas
  • 117

Descrição

Malone', writes Malone, 'is what I am called now.' On his deathbed, and wiling away the time with stories, the octogenarian Malone's account of his condition is intermittent and contradictory, shifting with the vagaries of the passing days: without mellowness, without elegiacs; wittier, jauntier, and capable of wilder rages than Molloy. The sound I liked best had nothing noble about it. It was the barking of the dogs, at night, in the clusters of hovels up in the hills, where the stone-cutters lived, like generations of stone-cutters before them. it came down to me where I lay, in the house in the plain, wild and soft, at the limit of earshot, soon weary. The dogs of the valley replied with their gross bay all fangs and jaws and foam...

Malone meurt. Translated from the French by the author

Malone Dies

€10

LT008832
1975
Samuel Beckett
Editora Calder & Boyars
Idioma Inglês
Estado : Usado 5/5
Encadernação : Brochado
Disponib. - Em stock

Mais detalhes
  • Ano
  • 1975
  • Tradutor
  • Samuel Beckett
  • Código
  • LT008832
  • Detalhes físicos

  • Nº Páginas
  • 117
Descrição

Malone', writes Malone, 'is what I am called now.' On his deathbed, and wiling away the time with stories, the octogenarian Malone's account of his condition is intermittent and contradictory, shifting with the vagaries of the passing days: without mellowness, without elegiacs; wittier, jauntier, and capable of wilder rages than Molloy. The sound I liked best had nothing noble about it. It was the barking of the dogs, at night, in the clusters of hovels up in the hills, where the stone-cutters lived, like generations of stone-cutters before them. it came down to me where I lay, in the house in the plain, wild and soft, at the limit of earshot, soon weary. The dogs of the valley replied with their gross bay all fangs and jaws and foam...

Malone meurt. Translated from the French by the author