He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

And finally - he was neither able nor willing to prevent it - the self-loathing dammed up inside him spilled over and gushed out, gushed out of glaring eyes that grew ever grimmer, angrier, beneath the rim of his cap, flooding the outside world as perfect, vulgar hate.

...he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!

No human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitomy of chaos and anarchy, a pigeon that whizzes around unpredictably, that sets it's claws in you, picks at your eyes.