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“They were the toys of the men who lived in the dead world of sunshine and rain he had left, the world that had condemned him.” (p. 91 - 92)

“he had lived within the narrow grooves of habit so long that he had learned to see in his dark world without the aid of eyes, like those sightless worms that inch along underground by sense of touch.” (p. 77)

“He sighed; yes, they were children, sleeping in their living, awake in their dying…” (p. 75)

“Pain throbbed in his calves and a deeper pain, a pain induced by the naked sight of the groveling spectacle of those black people whose hearts were hungry for tenderness, whose lives were full of fear and loneliness, whose hands were reaching outward into a cold, vast darkness for something that was not there, something that could never be there, churned within him.” (p. 63)

“He grew hysterical as he felt that he did not exist for them.” (p. 23)

“It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.” (32 -33)