“Well said, old mole!”
“Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles”
“Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.”
“Hair grows out of moles, and for this reason I wish I had a row of moles above my upper lip. It’d be a molestache.”
“And I said well luckily I was mature and old enough to take this success at my age. It was bullshit.”
“...blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.”