He also wanted to destroy something, everything, perhaps himself.

How can we not be dooms to each other?

It's not my fault! It can't make any difference, can it?""You understand nothing. You are a destroyer, a black spiteful destroyer. You are the sort of person who goes around in a dream smashing things . . . You aren't really here at all.

She was a spoiler, a needler, an underminer, a diminisher, simply by instinct.

I know people can be awful dooms for each other.