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@chemical_ali @sj T.S. Eliot’s the Waste Land opens up with a similar metaphor:

And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

which mirrors the rest of the poem about civilization sinking after ww1