This body of ours, this disguise put on by common jumping molecules, is in constant revolt against the abominable farce of having to endure.
Our molecules, the dears, want to get lost in the universe as fast as they can!
It makes them miserable to be nothing but ‘us,’ the jerks of infinity.
We’d burst if we had the courage, day after day we come very close to it.
The atomic torture we love so is locked up inside us by our pride.
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Voyage au bout de la nuit, (Journey to the End of the Night) 1932
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