Samuel Beckett
Digital Manuscript Project
Krapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
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Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 1 (MS-UoR-1227-7-7-1, p. 16r)

I used to sit there, day after day, wishing she were dead gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 2 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-1, p. 2r)

I sat there, wishing she were gone. [0208|001] Day after day.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 3 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-2, p. 3r)

There I sat, da wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 4 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-3, p. 3r)

There I sat, wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 5 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-4, p. 4r)

There I sat, wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 6 (MS-UoR-1659, p. 4r)

There I sat, day after day in the biting wind, wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 7 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-5, p. 4r)

There I sat, in the biting wind, wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 8 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-7, p. 6r)

There I sat, in the biting wind, wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 9 (Faber and Faber 1959, p. 14)

There I sat, in the biting wind, wishing she were gone.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 10 (MS-SYR-GP-95, p. 19r)

There I sat, in the biting wind, wishing she were gone.

La Dernière Bande Segment 208, version 11 (MS-HRC-SB-4-2-6, p. 5r)

Je restais là, assis dans le vent cinglant, souhaitant qu'elle en finisse.

La Dernière Bande Segment 208, version 12 (Les Lettres Nouvelles, p. 9)

Je restais là, assis dans le vent cinglant, souhaitant qu'elle en finisse.

La Dernière Bande Segment 208, version 13 (Minuit 1959, p. 20)

Je restais là, assis dans le vent cinglant, souhaitant qu'elle en finisse.

Krapp's Last Tape Segment 208, version 14 (MS-HRC-SB-5-4, p. 17r)

There I sat, in the biting wind, wishing she were gone.