…they were clear of the last twinkling streetlight of the last swampy suburb. Then they were in darkness in the center of the salt marshes. Ignatius looked out at the highway marker that reflected their headlights. U.S. 11. The marker flew past. He rolled down the window an inch or two and breathed the salt air blowing in over the marshes from the Gulf…He breathed again, this time more deeply. The dull headache was lifting.”
From the final page of A Confederacy of Dunces, Pulitzer-Prize-winning novel by John Kennedy Toole, originally published in 1980
Photo: Victor Grigas (street art in Rio de Janeiro, Brasil)
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