And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
— Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies
The Floating Library
The Library is Open…
And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
— Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies
The Floating Library 
“Now he no longer has much time to live. Before his death he gathers in his head all his experiences of the entire time up into one question which he has not yet put to the gatekeeper. He waves to him, since he can no longer lift up his stiffening body.
The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the great difference has changed things to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you still want to know, then?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it. ”
Franz Kafka, Before the Law
Malone? Me alone? Beckett, Kafka, correspondances littéraires.
A reader.