Do you sense the secret, deep meaning of that adventure, when a delicate and pale graduate goes out all alone, through glass doors, from a safe harbour into the immensity of a July night ? Will he ever wade through those black marshes, swamps and chasms of the endless night; will he disembark on some morning in a safe port ? How many decades will that black Odyssey go on?
— Bruno Schulz, A July Night

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