As he rode along the rails, through valleys-the train howled him to a wakeful state. Between him a glass window separated him from the flow of the Rhine River. Upon waking to the sight of the Rhine, he thought to himself: how easy it would be to through this body-withered and tattered-into the river. He began to think of oblivion, of surrendering
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