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Cadillac Assembly Plant, 1910 Detroit: wikipedia

Courtesy of Paul Smith’s post on Journey to the End of the Night by Louis Ferdinand Celine:

“We are all heading to the end of the night; it is only a matter of time before we reach our destination. People will betray you and leave you, and if, by some small miracle, they don’t, they’ll die on you anyway. Your youth will desert you, leaving you old and infirm, and then you’ll really be in the shit. When it is all that remains, you’ll love your misery, cradle it close like some phantom lover, convince yourself it is more special than all the other misery that surrounds you. Like Ferdinand says, “that’s what we look for all our lives, the worst possible grief, to make us truly ourselves before we die.” In the end, as somnambulists sleepwalking through our lives with nothing but misery and our regrets, we are ultimately an “old lamppost with memories on a street that hardly anyone passes anymore”. That is the pathetic truth of existence; you either face up to it or lie to yourself like everybody else.”

Literary Tourist angle: the novel’s protagonist Ferdinand Bradamu, in his search for personal fulfillment visits the auto factories in Detroit.

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