Not the least remarkable of Murphy's innumerable classifications of experience was that into jokes that had once been good jokes and jokes that had never been good jokes. What but an imperfect sense of humor could have made such a mess of chaos. In the beginning was the pun. And so on. Beckett at play with his own ontology. Murphy is Beckett beginning to feel himself out, beginning to disappear into his own Cartesian blank space, scanting about solipsism before having it consume him.

Samuel Beckett, Murphy.

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