Words were her plague and words were her redemption.

“remember the golden apple-trees;O, do not pity them, as you watch them dropone …”

“At least I have the flowers of myself,and my thoughts, no godcan take that;I ha…”

“Nothing held her, she was nothing holding to this thing: I am Hermione Gart, a …”

“...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass jud…”