Last night, Handke's Moravian Night. (And there is something about the ending that makes reading it in the course of an evening worthwhile.) In fairness, I can't vouch that everything I read was in the text, or that I read everything in the text -- narrative tends to get a bit floaty at 3AM. Started in WSQ, them moved a bit north.
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Frankly, jumping into this adventure in winter gives new meaning to the word "exhaustion."
And, you know, there was nothing inherently wrong with that ex ante level of meaning. It was perfectly sufficient.