If you want to talk about semantically overloaded French novels, let me suggest Our Lady of the Flowers by Jean Genet:

He suddenly gets an erection from the feeling that he has penetrated Divine in a dream. In his dream he penetrates the Divine of the dream of Divine, and he possesses her, as it were, in a spiritual debauch. And the following phrase comes into his mind: “To the heart, to the hilt, right to the balls, right in the throat.”
Darling has “fallen” in love.

The words are unchained. They drive the dictionary wild. -JD, Glas