“She regarded books as the emblems of secret brotherhood. A man with this sort of library couldn't possibly hurt her.”
“In Tereza's eyes, books were the emblems of a secret brotherhood”
“A man's library is a sort of harem.”
“and so the man who called to her was simultaneously a stranger and a member of the secret brotherhood. He called to her in a kind voice, and Tereza felt her soul rushing up to the surface through her blood vessels.”
“It looked like the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed', although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had been badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.”
“She couldn't save them, she couldn't save anyone but herself, which made her presence here the worst sort of self-indulgence, her mission a long-running fantasy.”