Samuel Beckett

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

– Samuel Beckett –

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Jacopo, while I could still read, during these past months, I read dictionaries, I studied histories of words, to understand what was happening in my body. I studied like a rabbi. Have you ever reflected that the linguistic term `metathesis’ is similar to the oncological term `metastasis’? What is the metathesis? Instead of `clasp’ one says `claps.’ Instead of `beloved’ one says `bevoled.’ It’s the temurah. The dictionary says that metathesis means the transposition or interchange, while metastasis indicates the change and shifting. How stupid dictionaries are! The root is the same. Either it’s the verb metatithemi or the verb methistemi. Metatithemi means I interpose, I shift, I transfer, I substitute, I abrogate a law, I change a meaning. And methistemi? It’s the same thing: I move, I transform, I transpose, I switch cliches, I take leave of my senses. And as we sought secret meanings beyond the letter, we all took leave of our senses. And so did my cells, obediently, dutifully. That’s why I’m dying, Jacopo, and you know it.

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