The Conductor and Other Tales by Jean Ferry (translated by Edward Gauvin)

I assure you, it was neither my conscience nor my unconscious I'd been dragging around in a wooden trunk ever since back there, unable to get rid of it. Besides, if you could have lifted the lid of that trunk, if you could've seen it as I still sometimes did in my most oppressive dreams, you'd have instantly given up even the slightest desire to take it for some common symbol. And the bastard had an appetite! He ate enough for four men, at a time when all I usually had for lunch was a croissant and a café crème.