“First there is nightmare. Then come the memories. Now she must hunt'.”
“Memories always kill nightmares.”
“She wants to be flowers, but you make her owls. You must not complain, then, if she goes hunting.”
“Now, this was a combination that she wouldn’t dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare.”
“The only right memory, is the one that first comes to you.”
“Not for her the cruel, delicate luxury of choice, the indolent, cat-and-mouse pastimes of the hearth-rug. No Penelope she; she must hunt in the forest.”