“There’s something going on over there . . . Farther off, beyond the crowd of people who have been prevented from moving forward by a barrier of police and Paris guards; they spread in unequal streams over both sides of the road like long stagnant black pools . . .”
"The other night, as he sat near the fire in Madame Realism’s study, in the place where chance had made them neighbors for a period of time, Wiley said: 'Things go on we don’t know about. They happen in the dark, metaphorically sometimes, but maybe you don’t want to talk about dark stuff now.'"