The Unnamable
- so named because he knows not who he may be
- is from a nameless place. He speaks of previous selves ('all these Murphys Molloys & Malones...') as diversions from the need to stop speaking altogether. But as with the other novels in the trilogy the prose is full of marvellous precisions full of its own reasons for keeping going...perhaps the words have carried me to the threshold of my story before the door that opens on my story that would surprise me if it opens it will be I will be the silence where I am I don't know I'll never know in the silence you don't know you must go on I can't go on I'll go on.