"He realizes, as James puts it, that something greater than politics explains the world: "The figures on the chessboard were still the passions and jealousies and superstitions and stupidities of man, and thus positioned with regard to each other, at any given moment, could be of interest only to the grim invisible fates who played the game—who sat, through the ages, bow-backed over the table.""
"I sat there in that bow-backed chair, surrounded by boxes and instruments, looking crazy until Francis touched my hand."
"Pointing to the table along the side wall, he moved past her and settled into one of the bow-backed Windsor chairs."