But as the Count advanced through Essays Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen, his goal seemed to recede into the distance. It was suddenly as if the book were not a dining room table at all, but a sort of Sahara. And having emptied his canteen, the Count would soon be crawling across its sentences with the peak of each hard-won page revealing but another page beyond.....Amor Towles
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When the Count reached the end of the table, he realized that he had reached some sort of plateau. He had emptied his canteen, and it was time to refill it. But the pages of the book receded into the distance, and he was soon crawling across its sentences with each peak but another peak beyond.
Source: A Gentleman In Moscow
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