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title: '<cite class="book">Journey to the End of the Night</cite>'
author: Ben
type: quotes
date: 2020-07-11T15:33:44+00:00
url: /quotes/journey-to-the-end-of-the-night/
categories:
  - Reviews

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    At such moments everything adds to your loathsome distress, forcing you in your weakened state to see things, people, and the future as they are – that is, as skeletons, as nothings, which you will nevertheless have to love, cherish and defence as if they existed.</footer> </blockquote> 
    
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      <p>
        If only I had met Molly sooner, when it was still possible to choose one road rather than another! Before that bitch Musyne and that little turd Lola crimped my enthusiasm! But it was too late to start being young again. I didn&#8217;t believe in it any more!</footer> </blockquote> 
        
        <blockquote>
          <p>
            Every day in the grey of dawn it comes over them, whole clusters cling to the doors and handrails. One enormous rout! Yet all they&#8217;re going to Paris for is a boss, the man who saves you from starvation. The cowards, they&#8217;re scared to death of losing him, though he makes them sweat for their pittance.</footer> </blockquote> 
            
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              <p>
                I may as well admit it, I haven&#8217;t the strength to drive myself any more; what I&#8217;m looking for, to see me through to the end of my days, is some quiet little backwater of research that will bring me neither enemies nor disciples, but only the mediocre celebrity without jealousy which I sorely need and with which I shall gladly content myself. Among other absurdities, I have considered studying the comparative influence of central heating on haemorrhoids in northern and southern countries.
              </p><footer>Serge Parapine</footer>
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            <blockquote>
              <p>
                This body of ours, this disguise put on by common jumping molecules, is in constant revolt against the abominable farce of having to endure.</footer> </blockquote>