L. F. Céline – Journey to the end of the night

Days and days passed, my health picked up, but, as my fever and delirium abated in those comfortable surroundings, my craving for adventure and daring exploits revived and became imperious. At ninety-eight point six everything is boring.

 

* F. Bacon – Portrait of John Edwards

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