In
the psychiatric hospital the hero meets a roofer who describes how the voices
came on in his head. He said he “could recollect with perfect clarity the
moment when, just as he was about to fix a slate in place, something that had
been stretched too taut inside him snapped at a particular spot behind his
forehead, and for the first time he heard, coming over the crackling transistor
wedged into the batten in front of him, the voices of those bearers of bad
tidings that had haunted him ever since.”
W.G.
Sebald, Austerlitz
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