"(15) Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying women. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor [by any shift] to be. Gently gently.On . Careful."
Mal Vu Mal Dit / Ill Seen Ill Said. Samuel Beckett.

Que faire de l'oeil soumis a ce regime?
What remains for the eye exposed to such conditions?