Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
is gone, with the old eyes to be, there is of
xx the house on the canal where
died lay dying, in the early autumn,
after her long widowhood, and the
 Quite a number of
people I got to
xx know then, by
s, nurses nursemaids and children,
x sat on for a few
minutes with the [⁁]ball in my hand and dog barking and pawing at me.
 Then I held
out the ball to me it out to me him and
he took it in his mouth, very gently.
 An old
black tennis ball it was, all black
and sodden, but not punctured.
 (Pause.) I wonder
is that the kind of thing. how much there is there.
is I realized in the Winehouse,
what I have
is what I have chiefly to record this
evening against the day when all my
is will be done and perhaps no place in my place
place left in my
left in my memory for of the wonder that
made it possible
memory, and no thankfulness
for the wonder that made it possible.
 What I saw then was briefly this.
The principles on which had been
The assumption on which I had
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