'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)

The resistance of matter.

He didn’t have two cents’ worth of patience, his thoughts moved too fast and too far, they were too intense, too deep . . . The resistance of matter gave him an epileptic fit . . . The result was wreckage . . . He could tackle a problem in theory . . . But when it came to practice, all he could do on his own was swing dumbbells in the back room . . . or on Sunday climb into the basket and shout “Let her go” . . . and roll up in a ball to land when he was through . . . Whenever he tried to do any tinkering with his own fingers, it ended in disaster. He couldn’t move anything without dropping it or upsetting it . . . or getting it in his eye . . . You can’t be an expert at everything . . . You’ve got to resign yourself . . .

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