1. i have seen her fern-coloured eyes open mornings on a world where the beating of hope's great wings is scarcely distinct from the other sounds which are those of terror and, upon such a world, i had yet seen eyes do nothing but close.
[she can be like this because she is 'voluntarily remote from the last raft' at the moment of drowning.]
2. everything that permits us to live another's life without ever desiring to obtain more from him than he gives, so that it is quite enough to see him move or be still, speak or be silent, wake or sleep, no longer existed for me, had never existed: this was only too certain.
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