But in certain respects it was something more, and in others something less than hysteromania; or either hysteria or mania; or any combination thereof.

He was a wild black beast who raped my mother. […] Ever since I can remember he's been in a nigger pose of agony. He is the wilderness. He speaks niggerly groveling about wanting to touch me with his black hand.

The Indian letter-writers, awaiting clients, fresh paper and carbons rolled into their machines, greeted Victor Crabbe with smiles and waved hands.

Beard untrimmed by barber's shears, Hair all frouncing 'bout his ears,