ISBN: 9780571244614 - the expelled/the calmative/the end with first love (24 risultati)

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. These four stories were originally written in French in 1946, to be translated by Beckett and appear in English from 1954 to 1973. Beckett spoke of the teller of these tales as a deadbeat, but the long-suffering man is down on more than his luck, and in his way he triumphs over his privations. At once tragedy and comedy, these masterpieces of economy and of poverty inaugurated a new phase of Becketts genius, while he continued to pursue things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.My bench was still there. It was shaped to fit the curves of the seated body. It stood beside a watering trough, gift of a Mrs. Maxwell to the city horses, according to the inscription. During the short time I rested there several horses took advantage of this monument. The iron shoes approached and the jingle of the harness. Then silence. That was the horse looking at me. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Then the silence again. That was the horse looking at me again. Then the pebbles again. Then the silence again. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill. I didn't feel well, but they told me I was well enough. They didn't say in so many words that I was as well as I would ever be, but that was the implication. I lay inert on the bed and it took three women to put on my trousers. They didn't seem to take much interest in my private parts which to tell the truth were nothing to write home about, I didn't take much interest in them myself. But they might have passed some remark. When they had finished I got up and finished dressing unaided. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher Ricks Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: New. Main. These four stories or 'nouvelles' date from 1945, though all were published much later, in French and subsequently in English. All make use of a first-person narrator, and relish its vagaries - the inability to remember facts, the uncertainty as to why he is speaking in the first place, the loss of heart when explanations seem called for. Above all, the stories crisply plot the narrator's plotless descent into vagrancy, the steeper as it approaches The End. Out of these short works and their patient procedures grew the large canvases of Molloy and Malone Dies.My bench was still there. It was shaped to fit the curves of the seated body. It stood beside a watering trough, gift of a Mrs Maxwell to the city horses, according to the inscription. During the short time I rested there, several horses took advantage of the monument. The iron shoes approached and the jingle of the harness. Then silence. That was the horse looking at me. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Then the silence again. That was the horse looking at me again. Then the pebbles again. Then the silence again. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher Ricks.…

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Condizione: New. 2009. Paperback. A selection of four stories or 'nouvelles' that date from 1945. Num Pages: 128 pages. BIC Classification: FYB. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 198 x 134 x 14. Weight in Grams: 150. . . . . . Books ship from the US and Ireland.

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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - These four stories or 'nouvelles' date from 1945, though all were published much later, in French and subsequently in English. All make use of a first-person narrator, and relish its vagaries - the inability to remember facts, the uncertainty as to why he is speaking in the first place, the loss of heart when explanations seem called for. Above all, the stories crisply plot the narrator's plotless descent into vagrancy, the steeper as it approaches The End. Out of these short works and their patient procedures grew the large canvases of Molloy and Malone Dies.My bench was still there. It was shaped to fit the curves of the seated body. It stood beside a watering trough, gift of a Mrs Maxwell to the city horses, according to the inscription. During the short time I rested there, several horses took advantage of the monument. The iron shoes approached and the jingle of the harness. Then silence. That was the horse looking at me. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Then the silence again. That was the horse looking at me again. Then the pebbles again. Then the silence again. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher Ricks.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. These four stories were originally written in French in 1946, to be translated by Beckett and appear in English from 1954 to 1973. Beckett spoke of the teller of these tales as a deadbeat, but the long-suffering man is down on more than his luck, and in his way he triumphs over his privations. At once tragedy and comedy, these masterpieces of economy and of poverty inaugurated a new phase of Becketts genius, while he continued to pursue things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.My bench was still there. It was shaped to fit the curves of the seated body. It stood beside a watering trough, gift of a Mrs. Maxwell to the city horses, according to the inscription. During the short time I rested there several horses took advantage of this monument. The iron shoes approached and the jingle of the harness. Then silence. That was the horse looking at me. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Then the silence again. That was the horse looking at me again. Then the pebbles again. Then the silence again. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill. I didn't feel well, but they told me I was well enough. They didn't say in so many words that I was as well as I would ever be, but that was the implication. I lay inert on the bed and it took three women to put on my trousers. They didn't seem to take much interest in my private parts which to tell the truth were nothing to write home about, I didn't take much interest in them myself. But they might have passed some remark. When they had finished I got up and finished dressing unaided. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher Ricks Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. These four stories were originally written in French in 1946, to be translated by Beckett and appear in English from 1954 to 1973. Beckett spoke of the teller of these tales as a deadbeat, but the long-suffering man is down on more than his luck, and in his way he triumphs over his privations. At once tragedy and comedy, these masterpieces of economy and of poverty inaugurated a new phase of Becketts genius, while he continued to pursue things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.My bench was still there. It was shaped to fit the curves of the seated body. It stood beside a watering trough, gift of a Mrs. Maxwell to the city horses, according to the inscription. During the short time I rested there several horses took advantage of this monument. The iron shoes approached and the jingle of the harness. Then silence. That was the horse looking at me. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Then the silence again. That was the horse looking at me again. Then the pebbles again. Then the silence again. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill. I didn't feel well, but they told me I was well enough. They didn't say in so many words that I was as well as I would ever be, but that was the implication. I lay inert on the bed and it took three women to put on my trousers. They didn't seem to take much interest in my private parts which to tell the truth were nothing to write home about, I didn't take much interest in them myself. But they might have passed some remark. When they had finished I got up and finished dressing unaided. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher Ricks Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

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Condizione: New. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher RicksThe Expelled/The Calmative/The End with First Love by Samuel Beckett, in a new e.

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. The Expelled/The Calmative/The End with First Love | Samuel Beckett | Taschenbuch | Kartoniert / Broschiert | Englisch | 2009 | Faber & Faber | EAN 9780571244614 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu.…

Paperback. Condizione: New. Main. These four stories or 'nouvelles' date from 1945, though all were published much later, in French and subsequently in English. All make use of a first-person narrator, and relish its vagaries - the inability to remember facts, the uncertainty as to why he is speaking in the first place, the loss of heart when explanations seem called for. Above all, the stories crisply plot the narrator's plotless descent into vagrancy, the steeper as it approaches The End. Out of these short works and their patient procedures grew the large canvases of Molloy and Malone Dies.My bench was still there. It was shaped to fit the curves of the seated body. It stood beside a watering trough, gift of a Mrs Maxwell to the city horses, according to the inscription. During the short time I rested there, several horses took advantage of the monument. The iron shoes approached and the jingle of the harness. Then silence. That was the horse looking at me. Then the noise of pebbles and mud that horses make when drinking. Then the silence again. That was the horse looking at me again. Then the pebbles again. Then the silence again. Till the horse had finished drinking or the driver deemed it had drunk its fill.Edited by Christopher Ricks.…