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Journey to the end of the night – Celine

“There is something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don’t give a damn whether they’re getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don’t ever try to understand what we’re here for. They just don’t care. Americans or not, they sleep no matter what, they’re bloated mollusks, no sensibility, no trouble with their conscience.
I’d seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I’d better go out, I said to myself, I’d better go out again. Maybe I’ll meet Robinson. Naturally that was an idiotic idea, but I dreamed it up as an excuse for going out again, because no matter how I tossed and turned on my narrow bed, I couldn’t snatch the tiniest scrap of sleep. Even masturbation, at times like that, provides neither comfort nor entertainment. Then you’re really in despair.”

Louis-Ferdinand CélineJourney to the End of the Night

Bloated Molluscs! I’ve just discovered this jaunty chap Celine. He was big in France, apparently, three score and ten ago. I must say, I quite like his depressive musings. They suit me. Better than Proust and his madelines. Bah!

“You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.” 

 

Louis-Ferdinand CélineJourney to the End of the Night

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