‘Watt’s stay in Mr Knott’s house was less agreeable, on this account, than it would have been, if such incidents had been unknown, or his attitude towards them less anxious, that is to say, if Mr Watt’s house had been another house, or Watt another man.
But if Watt was sometimes unsuccessful, and sometimes successful, as in the affair of the Galls father and son, in foistering a meaning there where no meaning appeared, he was most often neither the one, or the other.
Watt learned towards the end of his stay in Mr Knott’s house to accept that nothing had happened, that a nothing had happened, learned to bear it and even, in a shy way, to like it.’
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‘So Watt saw little of Mr. Knott. For Mr. Knott was seldom on the ground floor, unless it was to eat a meal, in the dining room, or to pass through it, on his way to and from the garden. And Watt was seldom on the first floor, unless it was when he came down to begin his day, in the morning, and then again at evening, when he went up to begin his night.’
‘This fugitive penetration took place shortly after Watt’s arrival. On his answering the door, as his habit was, when there was a knock on the door, he found standing before it, or so he realised later, arm in arm, an old man and a middle-aged man. The latter said: We are the Galls, father and son, and we are come, what is more, all the way from town, to choon the piano.’
“But to go into this matter as longly and as deeply and as fully as I should like, and it deserves is unfortunately out of the question. Not that space is wanting, for space is not wanting. Not that time is lacking, for time is not lacking. But I hear a little wind come and go, come and go, in the bushes without, and in the henhouse the cock in his sleep uneasily stirs….
For it was really day again already, in some low distant quarter of the sky, it was not yet day again already in the kitchen.”
“There are three men in the house: the master, whom as you well know we call Mr Knott: a senior retainer named Vincent, I believe; and a junior, only in the sense that he was of more recent acquisition, named, if I am not mistaken, Walter…. But the second, I mean Vincent, is not here any more, and the reason for that is this, that when I came in he went out.”
“And what is this coming that was not our coming and this being that is not our being and this going that will not be our going but the coming and being and going in purposelessness?”
“And if I could begin it all over again, knowing what I know now, the result would be the same. … And if I could begin it all over again a hundred times, knowing each time a little more than the time before, the result would always be the same, and the hundredth life as the first, and the hundred lives as one.”
“Personally of course I regret it all. All, all, all.”
“They are transports, that few are spared, nature is so exceedingly accommodating, on the one hand, and man, on the other.”…
“For the first time since in anger and disgust he relieved his mother of her milk, definate tasks of unquestionable utility were assigned to him.”…
“To hunger, thirst, lust, every day afresh and every day in vain, after the old prog, the old booze, the old whores, that’s the nearest we’ll ever get to felicity, the new porch and the very latest garden.”…
“He knew, as he did so, that it would not be easy to get up again, as he must, and move on again, as he must. ”
“The result of this was that Watt never knew how he got into Mr. Knott’s house.”
“He is well pleased. For he knows he is in the right place, at last. And he knows he is the right man, at last.”
“Watt bumped into a porter wheeling a milkcan.”…
“Mute on top of blind said the porter.” …
“Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.”…
“Watt used his smile sparingly.”
“For they were moving in the same direction, lady McCann and Watt.”
“As to where he is to be seen, he is to be seen in the streets, walking about. But one does not see him often.
He is a university man, of course, said Mrs Nixon.
I should think it highly probable, said Mr. Nixon.
Drink, said Mr Hackett.”
“Mr. Hackett decided, after some moments,that if that if they were waiting for a train they had been doing so for some time. For the lady held the gentleman by the ears, and the gentleman’s hand was on the lady’s thigh, and the lady’s tongue was in the gentleman’s mouth.”
“I do not rise, not having the force, said Mr. Hackett.”
“Yes, said Mr. Hackett, there are protuberances and protuberances .”