Imagery:
"The young dandy, bright with cyclamen lipstick, twittered at her tears."
"He passed jolly or somnolent dining clubs, corpses, bones, but was not himself molested. The endless city had a smell of roasting flesh and stopped-up drains."
"The War Department is a bit like prostitution: it cleanses the community. If we didn't exist, a great deal of nastiness would bubble up in the State."
The Wanting Seed