In , the apparent circular confinement of discourse opens up and overflows: outside of space, outside of time. Beyond anxiety, every reader or spectator of passes through this erotization of limits. In order to read this text we must continuously replay the drama of separation, 'be in transit' (in several meanings of the term) in a temporary location, a location without a location. If the modern tendency, as Deleuze suggests, is to include the outside 'within' the world and not without, in a world beyond, Beckett's mad topologies perhaps are attempts at inventing the writing of another form of (atheistic? sacred?) infinity.