"the fragrance of her body was a spicy, angry smell like that of fresh pencil shavings"and comic comments, here about a salesman
"who had read widely in the literature of sales and was in fact eternally at work on a treatise-cum-autobiography he referred to sometimes as The Science of Opportunity and other times, more ruefully, as Sorrow in My Sample Case"not to mention effective foreshadowing of the holocaust, here a Jewish child
"whose encyclopedic knowledge of the railroads of this part of Europe was in a few short years to receive a dreadful appendix"
Its in this mention of railroads that we see why I couldn't keep going with this book, despite its many merits. It's just so incessantly and delightedly male. If it's not railroads, its comic books, and if its not comic books, its detailed descriptions of fights, and if not that, its just general adolescent boy friendship. SNORE. Not that some girls dont like railroads, and comic books, and fighting, but I guess I'm just not one of those girls. Its 600 some pages I could spend somewhere else.