"It swelled in her then, like some wildfire cancer; a rapid disgust, a total allergy syndrome directed at everything around her; at the filthy, eviscerated mundanity of it all, the sheer crawling awfulness of existence; all the lies and the pain, the legalized murder, the privileged theft, the genocides and the hatreds and the stupefying human cruelties, all the starveling beauty of the burgeoning poor and the crippled in body and brain, all the life-defying squalor of the cities and the camps, all the sweltering frenetics of the creeds and the faiths, all the torturingly ingenious, carefully civilised savagery of the technology of pain and the economies of greed; all the hollow, ringing, bullshitting words used to justify and explain the utter howling grief of our own cruelty and stupidity; it piled on her, in her, like a weight of atmosphere, that awful mass of air above for those moments no longer balanced by a pressure within, so that she felt at once crushed, smashed inside, but swollen too; bursting with the sickening burden of a cheap and tumid revelation."