Through men ... you learn how the world is. Through women you learn what it is.
Man is a sad mammal that combs its hair.
The world is a never-ending cross-reference.
He regarded life as a rather odd club of which he had accidentally become a member and from which one could be expelled without reasons having to be supplied. He had already decided to leave the club if the meetings should become all too boring. But how boring is boring?
I am a hindrance to the world, and the world is a hindrance to me.
As far as he could see, the world was moving, in an orderly capitalist fashion, toward a logical, perhaps provisional, perhaps permanent, end.