Atdtda23: [47.1] Revenge of Deep Germany, 662

[Paul Nightingale]

[662.3-4] At Gottingen there had been at least the sense that one was still
connected, however tenuously, to the rest of Europe. But as they moved
southward ...

Cf. Frank's approach to the electrified Telluride on 281:

Beside the tracks at one bend stood a local lunatic, who you could easily
swear'd been there for years, screaming at the trains. "To-Hell-you-ride!
Goin' to-Hell-you-ride! Beware, ladies and gents! Inform your conductor!
Warn the engineer! Ain't too late to turn back!"

And so to "the worst boardinghouse fart ever let loose" (282).