"He felt the devil twisting his tail, and pretended it was
the angels smiling on him.
Loc. 5891-92
And then he would put his hand into her bosom and feel her
breasts, and kiss them in exaltation, the exaltation of perversity, of being a
child when he was a man.
Loc. 5920-21
the perverse and literal rendering of “except ye become
again as a little child.”
Loc. 5923-24
When he was out among men, seeking his own ends, and “making
good” his colliery workings, he had an almost uncanny shrewdness, hardness, and
a straight sharp punch. It was as if his very passivity and prostitution to the
Magna Mater gave him insight into material business affairs, and lent him a
certain remarkable inhuman force. The wallowing in private emotion, the utter
abasement of his manly self, seemed to lend him a second nature, cold, almost
visionary, business-clever. In business he was quite inhuman."
Loc. 5928-32
