“A Fistful of Dollars” and “Once Upon a Time in the West” are famous spaghetti westerns.

She wasn't the woman for me, she wasn't my happiness, she was my misfortune. I wonder if I was too brutal and aweless. Have I right to call the mother of my children my misfortune?

But the only examples that Benson provides of this separate Fieldingesque perspective are the novel's title and what he calls the self-pitying epigraph from Gertrude Stein (ibid.).

You would have been deranked and perhaps made a record clerk --no personal reflections, but such things do happen-- and if you now were filing cards all day you would surely be much happier if you could believe in our divinity.