Sorry to be a newfriend, butt I came here to check out what you

rampant nepotism and pure nonsense moreorless

namefags are shitting up the board big time

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Listen cuck. Let me explain something to you.

This is a nice board. Unless you're nice you'll become a dumb frogposter.

Now how's that for wew, lad?

>>4689255
>Says he's a newfriend
>Gets dubs
stop lying

>>4689255
>>4689266
Checked

Your fortune: Outlook good

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>>4689273
nono. I an new to this board. See? No dubs here.
>>4689270
thank you? I guess. I already figured that you are a bit nicer than /b/. I post one or two frogs... Just in dire situations

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Nice repeating digits

>>4689266
rampnt dubs mor like lol

>>4689255
Welcome to the s4s gender. You must have recently formed what is the gender of the fungi next to you?

Among other things, Murphy is an example of Beckett's fascination with the artistic and metaphorical possibilities of chess. Near the novel's end, Murphy plays a game of chess with Mr. Endon, a patient who is "the most biddable little gaga in the entire institution". But Murphy cannot replicate his opponent's symmetrical and cyclical play, just as he is unable to will himself into a state of catatonic bliss. He resigns "with fool's mate in his soul", and dies shortly afterwards. Beckett relates the game in full English notation, complete with a comically arch commentary.

Moving between Ireland and England, the novel is caustically satirical at the expense of the Irish Free State, which had recently banned Beckett's More Pricks Than Kicks: the astrologer consulted by Murphy is famous 'throughout civilised world and Irish Free State'; 'for an Irish girl' Murphy's admirer Miss Counihan was 'quite exceptionally anthropoid'; and in the General Post Office, site of the 1916 Rising, Neary assaults the buttocks of Oliver Sheppard's statue of mythic Irish hero Cúchulainn (the statue in fact possesses no buttocks).

Indeed, the censor is roundly mocked: Celia, a prostitute whose profession is described tactfully in a passage by the author, who writes that "this phrase is chosen with care, lest the filthy censors should lack an occasion to commit their filthy synecdoche." Later, when Miss Counihan is sitting on Wylie's knee, Beckett sardonically explains that this did not occur in Wynn's Hotel, the Dublin establishment where earlier dialogue took place. The novel also contains a scabrous portrait of poet Austin Clarke as the dipsomaniac Austin Ticklepenny, given to unreciprocated 'genustuprations' of Murphy under the table; against Oliver St. John Gogarty's advice, Clarke declined to sue.