My uncle reminded me of the opening lines of The Unnamable this morning. It made me think of you and enzymes and embryonic cell fate decisions:
Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning. I, say I. Unbelieving. Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on.
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Aha, and there is something very beautiful in the repretoire about exactly those lines. In Mahler, through the prism of Berio.
Can you post some examples? Let me hear what you hear. The last lines of Unnamable echo the first:
..you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Crossing in the ether ...
Check 'Beckett in Berio' ...
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