Lost in Transition

Fortunately there is gin, the sole glimmer of light in the darkness. Do you feel the golden, copper-colored light it kindles in you? I like walking through the city of an evening in the warmth of gin. I walk for nights on end, I dream or talk to myself interminably.

—Albert Camus, The Fall

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