Tender is the Night
"That’s all right. She’s a schizoid – a permanent eccentric. You can’t change that."
"What is it?"
"Just what I said – an eccentric."
"Well, how can any one tell what’s eccentric and what’s crazy?"
"Nothing is going to be crazy – Nicole is all fresh and happy, you needn’t be afraid" (2.9.12-16).
"Talk is men. When I talk I say to myself that I am probably Dick. Already I have even been my son, remembering how wise and slow he is. Sometimes I am Doctor Dohmler and one time I may even be an aspect of you, Tommy Barban" (2.10.34).
"Home!" she roared in a voice so abandoned that its louder tones wavered and cracked. "And sit and think that we’re all rotting and the children’s ashes are rotting in every box I open? That filth!"
Almost with relief he saw that her words sterilized her, and Nicole, sensitized down to the corium of the skin, saw the withdrawal in his face. Her own face softened and she begged, "Help me, help me, Dick!" (2.15.49-50).