Far in the distance the tugboat whistled; its call passed the bridge, one more arch, then another, the lock, another bridge, farther and farther… It was summoning all the barges on the river, every last one, and the whole city and the sky and the countryside, and ourselves, to carry us all away, the Seine too-and that would be the end of us.


    — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, from Journey to the End of the Night, trans. Ralph Manheim (with thanks to copypastewrite)

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