'the awful torrent of things and people'

Ah, it's an awful thing . . . and being young doesn't help any . . . when you notice for the first time . . . the way you lose people as you go along . . . buddies you'll never see again . . . never again . . . when you notice that they've disappeared like dreams . . . that it's all over . . . finished . . . that you too will get lost someday . . . a long way off but inevitably . . . in the awful torrent of things and people . . . of the days and shapes . . . that pass . . . that never stop . . . All these assholes, these pests . . . all these bystanders and extras strolling under the arcades, with their pince-nez, their umbrellas, and their little mutts on the leash . . . you'll never see them again . . . Already they're passing . . . they're in a dream with the others . . . they're in cahoots . . . soon they'll be gone . . . It's really sad . . . it's rotten . . . all these harmless people parading along the shop fronts . . . A wild desire took hold of me . . . I was trembling with panic . . . I wanted to jump out on them . . . to plant myself in front of them . . . and make them stop where they were . . . Grab them by their coats . . . a dumb idea . . . and make them stop . . . and not move anymore . . . stay where they were, once and for all . . . and not see them going away anymore.

—Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Death on the Installment Plan (1933) (trans. Ralph Manheim 1966)