There was too much of a sameness about the evening's delights. He had been the same route too many times. He'd been there before, so double-damned often, and however you travelled - backward, forward, or walking on your hands - you always got to the same place. You got nowhere, in other words, and each trip took a little more out of you.
The Grifters
Jim Thompson
1963
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