The Talk after Samuel Beckett

He couldn't have been much more capable. He had not a trace of wrinkle on his face. He delivered his talk in this way: he inscribed into us a text, or he spoke his mind, or he murmured to us a subtext (in an undertone), or he spoke to us a text, or he spoke to us a subtext (in overtones), or he inscribed his thoughts into our minds, or he murmured to us his text, or his murmur was only in my mind, or he didn't actually deliver his talk at all, or he talked to us in all these ways each one after the other, pausing to breathe between each incantation keeping deliberately quiet.