Free How It Is by Samuel Beckett Page A

give me another it will be my first Bom he can call me Bom for more commodity that
     would appeal to me m at the end and one syllable the rest indifferent
    BOM scored by finger-nail athwart the arse the vowel in the hole I would say in a
     scene from my life he would oblige me to have had a life the Boms sir you don’t know
     the Boms sir you can shit on a Bom sir you can’t humiliate him a Bom sir the Boms
     sir
    but first have done with this part two with Pim life in common how it was leaving
     only part three and last when I hear among other extravagances that he is coming ten
     yards fifteen yards who for me for whom I what I for Pim Pim for me
    other extravagances including the use of speech it will come back to me that much
     is true it has come back to me here it is I listen I speak brief movements of the
     lower face with sound in the mud a murmur all sorts one Pim a life I’m said to have
     had before him with him after him a life I’m said to have
    training early days or heroic prior to the script the refinements difficult to describe
     just the broad lines on stop that family beyond my strength he floundered I floundered
     but little by little by little
    between sessions sometimes a sprat a prawn that could happen it goes on in the past
     ah if only all past all in the past Bom come I gone and Bom on our life in common
     we had good moments they were good moments drivel drivel no matter a sprat a prawn
    not burst Pim’s sack not burst there’s no justice or else just one of those things
     that pass understanding there are some
    older than mine and not burst perhaps better quality jute and with that still half-full
     or else something that escapes me
    sacks that void and burst others never is it possible the old business of grace in
     this sewer why want us all alike some vanish others never
    all I hear leave out more leave out all hear no more lie there in my arms the ancient
     without end me we’re talking of me without end that buries all mankind to the last
     cunt they’d be good moments in the dark the mud hearing nothing saying nothing capable
     of nothing nothing
    then of a sudden like all that starts starts again no knowing set forth forth again
     ten yards fifteen yards right leg right arm push pull a few images patches of blue
     a few words no sound cling to species a few sardines yawn of mud burst the sack drivel
     on drone on in a word the old road
    from the next mortal to the next leading nowhere and saving correction no other goal
     than the next mortal cleave to him give him a name train him up bloody him all over
     with Roman capitals gorge on his fables unite for life in stoic love to the last shrimp and a little
     longer
    till the fine day when flip he vanishes leaving me his effects and the sooth comes
     true the new life no more journeys no more blue a murmur in the mud that’s true all
     must be true and the other on his way ten yards fifteen yards what I for Pim Pim for
     me
    all I hear hear no more lie there the same as before Pim after Pim the same as before
     in my arms with my sack then of a sudden the old road towards my next mortal ten yards
     fifteen yards push pull season after season my only season towards my first mortal
     drivel drivel happily brief
    first lesson theme song I dig my nails into his armpit right hand right pit he cries
     I withdraw them thump with fist on skull his face sinks in the mud his cries cease
     end of first lesson
    second lesson same theme nails in armpit cries thump on skull silence end of second
     lesson all that beyond my strength
    but this man is no fool he must say to himself I would if I were he what does he require
     of me or better still what is required of me that I am tormented thus and the answer
     sparsim little by little vast tracts of time
    not that I should cry that is evident since when I do I am punished instanter
    sadism pure and simple no since I may not cry
    something perhaps beyond my powers assuredly not this creature is no fool