| | Final Arrangements, continued:
Confession
"A corpse will be transported by express!"
— Under the Volcano, by Malcolm Lowry (1947)
"Then he began to narrate in his original style.... After this came
disclosure, confession. Then he accused, fulminated, stammered,
blazed, cried out. He crossed the universe like light....
He had no old friends, only ex-friends. He could become terrible,
going into reverse without warning. When this happened, it was
like being caught in a tunnel by the Express. You could only
cling to the walls, or lie between the rails, praying."
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