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He evoked those journeys one makes on the railroad, a simple passenger swept along in a state of joyful lassitude, freed from everything, including the obligation to look at what was outside the windows. All you had to do was breathe, inhale the fragrances carried by the wind. To know that there was so much there, and that it was being offered to you.
Paul Nizon, Stolz
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