Through men ... you learn how the world is. Through women you learn what it is.
As far as he could see, the world was moving, in an orderly capitalist fashion, toward a logical, perhaps provisional, perhaps permanent, end.
Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending.
The world is a never-ending cross-reference.
She had nothing to do all day ... but did it with the greatest possible speed.
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?