Quite a Quote

I took a look inside an attic bedroom where, beneath the bed, a spring gushed from the floor and ran in a thin stream into the darkness of the recesses; maybe in the other city it joins with other streams bubbling in the darkness and turns into a mighty, slowly rolling river, lined with banks of granite and marble, with stone sphinxes and wide staircases descending below the surface, a river whose murmur we hear in the quiet of the night beyond the wall.

Ajvaz, Michal. The Other City. Champaign: Dalkey Archive Press, 2011.

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