I Love You, Let's Meet

I love Beckett’s plays and decided to try reading the trilogy of novels: — Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnameable. Not sure yet if I’ll make it all the way through, but every few pages something makes me laugh so hard I’m sustained through more pages of our hero doing nothing and yet still managing to be indecisive.

Oh, I’ve got an online dating hook, don’t worry. I’d love to see someone put this, from Molloy, under “My Ideal Relationship.” He explains that his first lover Ruth, or maybe her name was Edith, had “a slit”…

and in this I put, or rather she put, my so-called virile member, not without difficulty, and I toiled and moiled until I discharged or gave up trying or was begged by her to stop. A mug’s game in my opinion and tiring on top of that, in the long run. But I lent myself to it with a good enough grace, knowing it was love, for she had told me so.

I hope none of Beckett’s issue sue me for quoting him.