The Ubuweb is one of my favorite sites on the Internet. It is an incredible archive of hard to find material, ranging from the early days of modernism and the avant-garde to contemporary work. And it’s free. And it’s right there. And it’s always growing.

I was trolling through some old favorites the other day when I looked at this excerpt from Beckett’s Watt. Not only is the cruel, cold, absolutely resigned, repetitive writing of this passage beautiful in that special way that only Beckett’s work is, but the typography and composition (letters + negative space) of this web version is as well. I assume that it is a fortuitous accident (as much typography is). Or perhaps not an accident, but an incredible convergence.

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