Malone Dies

'Malone', writes Malone, 'is what I am called now.' On his deathbed, and wiling away the time with stories, the octogenarian Malone's account of his condition is intermittent and contradictory, shifting with the vagaries of the passing days: without mellowness, without elegiacs;

,,Malone", scrie Malone, ,,asa ma numesc acum". Pe patul sau de moarte, si alungand timpul cu povesti, relatarea octogenarului Malone despre starea sa este intermitenta si contradictorie, schimbandu-se odata cu capriciile zilelor care trec: fara blandete, fara elegiaci;