Doing some rereading of Beckett's early fiction and being reminded why I fell helplessly in love with his work a few years back. A couple quotes from one of his first published pieces of fiction, the story "Dante and the Lobster" from the collection More Pricks Than Kicks, when the influence of his fellow countryman, friend, elder colleague, and literary torch-bearer Joyce were most evident and where he had already begun to lay out and mine a lot of the stark thematics he'd go on to so powerfully cultivate later in his brilliant career:
"Where were we?" said Belacqua
But Neapolitan patience has its limits.
“Where are we ever?” Signora Ottolenghi asks Belacqua. “Where we were, as we were.”
"Well, thought Belacqua, it's a quick death, God help us all.
It is not."
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