In restaurants he bowed slightly to anyone who looked as if he might
be "someone," making the bend so imperceptible that the surprised
person might think he was merely adjusting his stomach.
-- Djuna Barnes. Nightwood (1937) p.9
She had believed whatever he had told her, but often enough she had
asked: "What is the matter?" -- that continual reproach which
was meant as a continual reminder of her love.
-- Djuna Barnes. Nightwood (1937)
Dalkey Archive Press (1995) p.5