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He lay on the seat, without thought or sensation, except for a slight feeling of chill in one foot. In his skull the voices whispering their canon were like a patter of mice, a flurry of little grey paws in the dust. This was very likely a sensation also, strictly speaking.
Samuel Beckett, Watt, Olympia Press, Paris, 1953, p. 232.
TIME: Indeterminate
PLACE: Northern Europe (Ireland?)
CIRCUMSTANCE: Watt's inner voices again.
Faintlier, faintlier came the footfalls to his ear, until of all the faint sounds that came, by the abandoned air, to his ear, not one was a footfall, as far as he could judge. This was a music of which he was particularly fond, the patted quiet closing like a groom, behind departing footfalls, or other disturbances. But Mr Case's way brought him behind the station, and his footfalls came again, four or five, a little wale of stealth, to Watt's ears, which stuck out wide on either side of his head, like a ? 's. Before long they would come to Mrs Case, to her ears weary of the stepless murmurs, stronger and stronger till they reached the grass. Few sounds, if any, gave Mrs Case more satisfaction than these. She was a strange woman.
Samuel Beckett, Watt, Olympia Press, 1953, Paris, p. 233.
TIME: Indeterminate
PLACE: Northern Europe (Ireland?)
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