Thesis goes for binding...
Strange feelings throng the staircase within as I say to myself, it's the end Clov, we have come to the end. In end lurks endlesssness or another beginning. I carried the printed thesis in a box to the binder in the city today; will carry it back on Friday and again carry it for submission the week after. I guess this is as close as a man can get to a woman's unique subjective experience of carrying a child. It's about carrying the other in you. I have carried Beckett and Lacan for all these years. It's time to let the bag down, as Cohen would have said. So, till it all comes back, let me enjoy this queer lightness of not being there...not being anywhere...oh gosh I am back again. A gain...a grain...
Strange feelings throng the staircase within as I say to myself, it's the end Clov, we have come to the end. In end lurks endlesssness or another beginning. I carried the printed thesis in a box to the binder in the city today; will carry it back on Friday and again carry it for submission the week after. I guess this is as close as a man can get to a woman's unique subjective experience of carrying a child. It's about carrying the other in you. I have carried Beckett and Lacan for all these years. It's time to let the bag down, as Cohen would have said. So, till it all comes back, let me enjoy this queer lightness of not being there...not being anywhere...oh gosh I am back again. A gain...a grain...
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