On the rocky hill, among the Cycas, we had a strange perspective on the river – as if we were tilting over it and the calm, seaward ripples were running under us, as we should have known.
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"... and where, in the midst of absurd enticements, one could do nothing but keep going, keep going astray." The Castle
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