Summary
Samuel Beckett: Mercia and the Camus: A Novel
"It must have made its debut somewhere around nineteen hundred," said Camus. I think it was the year of the siege of Ladysmith, on the River Klip. Do you remember? Beautiful weather. Garden parties every day. Life opened before us in all its gaiety. All hopes were allowed. We played siege. Dying like flies. Of hunger. Thirst. Boom! Boom! poslednji meci. Predajte se! Nikada! Jeli smo leševe. Pili mokraću. Bum! Bum! Odoše još dva. Šta se čuje? Dreka s osmatračnice. Prašina na horizontu! Kolona! Jezik nam je pocrneo. Ipak ura! Ra! Ra! Poput gavranova. Neki konjički vodnik umire od sreće. Spaseni smo. Vek je trajao dva meseca.“„Otišao je još jednom do vode. Gledao je nekoliko trenutaka u vodu pa se vratio do "Okay, I'm going," he said. Good night, he said, as the light in the sky faded. He didn't take his eyes off the distant horizon, because he could hear better in the dark, for example, the whispers of people on the water.
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