Now was the time to make quick tracks. Back to Foregone, retrace my steps? Try to explain my conduct and the circumstances of the present disaster? I hesitated. . . Not for long. Nothing can be explained. The world only knows how to do one thing, to roll over and kill you, as a sleeper kills his fleas. That would be a stupid way to die, I said to myself, to let myself be crushed like everybody else. To put your trust in men is to get yourself killed a little.

Louis-Ferdinand Céline

Journey to the End of the Night

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