Jun 18, 2013
Another twenty rooms and then there'll still be more and you'll tell me to describe them, and more and more kitchens servants tell-tale tittle-tattle secrets of the bedchamber families mile upon mile of streets and stairs and lumber rooms and junk-shoips of antique-dealers grocers butchers skimping and scraping everywhere in our heads how dreary it all is always starting over again why, all these dead people around us all these dead people we third degree to make them talk when will you have finished I haven't asked anything, am I always going to have to start again the evenings in the bistro in the street what how why Pull yourself together, describe them
Robert Pinget, The Inquisitory, 1962.