“Thelivesofthesepeople，“shetriedtoexplain，theaimlessness，thewaytheylive。Onegoesfromonetoanother，andit’sallthesame。
Onenevergetswhatonewantsoutofanyofthem。“
HeremotionalstateandherconfusionwouldhavemadeheraneasypreyifHelenhadwishedtoargueorhadwishedtodrawconfidences。
Butinsteadoftalkingshefellintoaprofoundsilenceastheywalkedon。Aimless，trivial，meaningless，ohno——whatshehadseenatteamadeitimpossibleforhertobelievethat。
Thelittlejokes，thechatter，theinanitiesoftheafternoonhadshrivelledupbeforehereyes。Underneaththelikingsandspites，thecomingstogetherandpartings，greatthingswerehappening——