Desiring truth, awaiting it, laboriously distilling a few words, forever desiring ---

“To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strai…”

“O amor torna a gente solitária, pensou.”

“The soul must brave itself to endure.”

“What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone …”