The author of All Quiet on the Western Front writes about a German doctor and refugee living in decadent Paris before WW2. Forbidden to return to his own country, and dodging the everyday dangers of jail and deportation, Ravic manages to hang on--all the while searching for the Nazi who... read more
“..And whatever's the matter - don't take it too hard. There's nothing that remains serious for long. Particularly at night. Night exagerates.”
“Too loud? What was too loud? Only the quiet. The quiet in which one bursts as if in a vacuum.”
“It is the second night, the dangerous night. The charm of the unknown is gone and the charm of familiarity has yet to come. We'll survive it.”
“Cans. We don't have to think anymore. Everything is pre-meditated, pre-chewed, pre-felt. Cans. All you have to do is open them. Delivered to your home three times a day. Nothing any more to cultivate yourself, or let grow and boil on the fire of questions, of doubt, and of desire. Cans.”
“Women should be adored or abandoned. Nothing in between.”
“You won't stay with me. One can't lock up the wind. Nor the water. If one does, they spoil. Imprisoned wind becomes stale air. You are not made to stay anywhere.”
“Love should not be polluted with friendship. An end is an end.”
Preceded by The Foxes of Harrow, and followed by The Black Rose.
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