Nightwood

Great puffed and pearled sleeves rose to the pricked-eared pointings of the stiff lace about the head, conical and braided.

Hedvig had liked things in twos and threes

military men, who seem to breathe from the inside out, smelling of gunpowder and horse flesh, lethargic yet prepared for participation in a war not yet scheduled

Guido had lived as all Jews do, who, cut off from their people by accident or choice, find that they must inhabit a world whose constituents, being alien, force the mind to succumb to an imaginary populace.

When a Jew dies on a Christian bosom he dies impaled.

the remorseless homage to nobility

that sends him raving at the end

to the doctor’s filthy garret.

The daily assaults of selfishness and self-harm do not offer a picture of love between women as anything safe or easy.