But he did not collapse, he would walk like this till doomsday, if necessary, they were not going to see him fall. His whole frame shook as the L trains pounded overhead. It was like walking directly underneath a gigantic bowling alley, with the bowls constantly thundering and the pins crashing together with ear-splitting craacks as the trains braked at the platforms.
Charles Jackson
The Lost Weekend
1944
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