In normal circumstances a lovely young woman alone would have thought of nothing else; the whole edifice of female government is based on that foundation stone; chastity is their jewel, their centrepiece, which they run mad to protect, and die when ravished of.

“To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septim…”

“A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced,…”

“If it is true that there are books written to escape from the present moment, a…”

“The brain is always thinking, but who is it who is thinking?”