Here, again, but.
She has come to purpose without passion, he admits. This decision is not one that is taken with little caution but one that should be taken with much caution. Again, she has come to purpose without deliberation, without poise, without thought. I am not inclined to consider, she mentions, casually, but there is nothing in her that is not casual, without plan, without place. I am frightened by this child, no longer a child, now an actor of decision, too old to be contained and coddled and told. This is our passage, eventually. I ask her, then, as I am inserted intentionally into her. Is there direction in your intention? And there is no direction. But she has come to purpose and pointed nothing at nothing and expected too much from it all.