(p. 287, dutch version)
(a discussion with her grandfather, in a bar somewhere between the centre of the hague and the coastal scheveningen certain things are revealed)

"i know you did it out of love, not out of anger"
he replied at once: "love? no way. it was force. love has to come from both sides."

at times alcohol can provide access to evil embarrasing parts of ones memory,
parts that are an embarrassment to the memory
parts that are so heavy that they have sunk to where no light has access
the rocky bottom, where they have been shoved away in caves black as jet
caves that give birth to black-outs
black-outs that a healthy, well-mannered creature only knows from hear-say
no power in this world that can grab them, these facts, that are fossilating there
except the power of alcohol, on a single occasion
used in great quantities strong liquor manages to drill its way through all the blockades

(p. 287, dutch version)
(the little brother of louise was [at that time?] not her favorite; since his birth she - kind of - envied him; this part shows her neglect, in such a refined way, towards him)

the moon didnot blind us nor did it warm us
we stumbled against the wind, no, we didn't stumble, we beated up against the wind, we left the wind behind us, and we left my little brother in his pram on the esplanade
that time he was sleeping in the blue room that was tinka's
so we had to take him with us so that nobody would find out about our disappearing in case he would wake up in the middle of the night and would scream
we dressed him up, put him in his pram, and went out into the night along the long avenue
later i pushed him back home, oh no, this is not entirely true
he was screaming so much from his pram that i pushed him into a side-street
that's where i left him, as if i didn't have a brother nor a sister any more