For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself by herself. And that was
what now she often felt the need of to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All
the being and the doing expansive glittering vocal evaporated; and one shrunk with a sense
of solemnity to being oneself a wedge-shaped core of darkness something invisible to others.
Although she continued to knit and sat upright it was thus that she felt herself; and this self
having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.