[Rosalind simply lifts an eyebrow, waiting for Elizabeth to finish before she answers.]
I fear he might interpret my informing him of my plans as a request for his permission, which I neither expect nor desire. As for the thing itself . . .
[She crosses back to Elizabeth and lifts her own cup from the table, cradling it in her hands.]
Imagine being no older than you are now, and resolving to cross the Atlantic to ally yourself with a charismatic and deeply religious nationalist. Imagine then the preparations one might make for the months and years ahead. Remember Comstock was a military man, and many of his supporters cut from a similar cloth. I could no more hold their respect while ignorant of the operation of a revolver, I imagined, than anyone might hold mine while ignorant of the operation of a pen.
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I fear he might interpret my informing him of my plans as a request for his permission, which I neither expect nor desire. As for the thing itself . . .
[She crosses back to Elizabeth and lifts her own cup from the table, cradling it in her hands.]
Imagine being no older than you are now, and resolving to cross the Atlantic to ally yourself with a charismatic and deeply religious nationalist. Imagine then the preparations one might make for the months and years ahead. Remember Comstock was a military man, and many of his supporters cut from a similar cloth. I could no more hold their respect while ignorant of the operation of a revolver, I imagined, than anyone might hold mine while ignorant of the operation of a pen.