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“Nemoira came to her empty-handed and needy, wriggled wasplike into the fig flesh of Jude’s house and mind.”

"Hunched and humbled, she did not think it possible for her to be in this world - to be at peace, to be alone, to exist for no other purpose than existence itself."

“Foaming and raving, eyes rolling madly, she sympathized with women whose only medicine was an ice pick to the brain.”

"Jude wondered how it was that a house could be so unfriendly, whether the menace was foundational or if it was something tracked in on somebody's shoe."