To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now...

“It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.”

“But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos an…”

“Unpraised, I find it hard to start writing in the morning; but the dejection la…”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who seems to have the faintest conception …”