“He was forty-two years old, and he could see nothing before him that he wished to enjoy and little behind him that he cared to remember.” - p. 181
“It was as if he was a dead man animated by nothing more
than a habit of stubborn will.” – p. 213
“ . . . as if it was a victory won by boredom and indifference.”
– p. 228
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