Plowing through "Narcisa".
Stumbled upon a passage describing in vivid terms life in the squalid portions of Rio de Janeiro.
Seemed an appropriate description of life in general in this advanced age of the 21st century.
In part: "Interminable, poverty-stricken thundering minions of hell, an overflowing stampede of rancid humanity, spilling like cockroaches from bottomless miles of putrid favela sewers, and the whole fucking earth is a vile, vacuous ghetto of the soul in this festering open wound on the face of our world, our reality, our godforsaken planet's living, breathing, choking, smoking, hopeless, hateful urban landscape.........."
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