Voss - pg. 163

"To peel down to the last layer," he yawned. "There is always another, and yet another, of more exquisite subtlety. Of course, every man has his own obsession. Yours would be, it seems, to overcome distance, but in much the same way, of deeper layers, of irresistible disaster. I can guarantee,: he said, stabbing the table with two taut fingers, "that you will be given every opportunity of indulging yourself to the west of here. In stones and thorns. Why, anyone who is so disposed, can celebrate a high old Mass, I do promise, with the skull of a blackfeller and his own blood, in Central Australia."