L'éternité, c'est long ... surtout vers la fin.

This wry line plays on a paradox: eternity, by definition without end, is imagined as having a “toward the end,” where it feels longest. The humor depends on the human habit of projecting finite experience onto the infinite—treating eternity like a tedious wait or an overlong story. Read this way, the quip becomes a miniature critique of metaphysical consolations: promises of the eternal can feel oppressive when translated into lived time. It also echoes a Kafkaesque sensibility in which duration, anticipation, and the approach of an ever-deferred conclusion become sources of anxiety and absurdity.