Last year I read Philip Kerr's Berlin Noir and the last line
of book 2 really struck me. Watching the burning of dead
trees in the Berlin Botanical Gardens near the end of WWII,
Bernie comments:
"But always there were more, and more still, so that the
burning middens seemed never to grow any smaller, and as I
stood and watched the glowing embers of the fires, and
breathed the hot gas of deciduous death, it seemed to me that
I could taste the very end of everything."
That'll bring you down.
-J
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