malone dies

[…] but I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.

I myself am very grey, I even sometimes have the feeling that I emit grey.

—Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

molloy’s mist

“All that through a glittering dust, and soon through that mist too which rises in me every day and veils the world from me and veils me from myself”—Samuel Beckett, Molloy

More on mist here and here.

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