Your remarks were nothing she will not hear elsewhere.
[It's as much of a comfort as she will give Robert, for she knows what that admission must cost him. But Rosalind's reply is also a simple statement of fact - for above all else, fact is a comfort, and has always been her solace against the cleverest and deepest of blows.
She knows the threat - the promise - of loneliness. She has known it since she was a girl and stubbornly chasing her studies, under the assurance that she did so at the cost of every happiness and comfort available to her. She was promised a life bereft of certain things and so she determined to not require them. The threat became nothing but another of those cool, comfortable facts. For a time.
She still wakes sometimes to the phantom oil-and-copper smell of pooled blood. The threat is there, then, for a few seconds, and it has never been more yawning or terrible. Then it is gone, before it can manifest entirely, and for a few rare seconds Rosalind is aware of finding comfort in a form of ignorance.
The reply does not cut, for she does not know this thing as keenly as Robert does. And in truth, even though it separates them, she does not wish to.]
Given that they are in such plentiful supply, though, I don't see why we should trouble ourselves to be merchants of common goods.
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[It's as much of a comfort as she will give Robert, for she knows what that admission must cost him. But Rosalind's reply is also a simple statement of fact - for above all else, fact is a comfort, and has always been her solace against the cleverest and deepest of blows.
She knows the threat - the promise - of loneliness. She has known it since she was a girl and stubbornly chasing her studies, under the assurance that she did so at the cost of every happiness and comfort available to her. She was promised a life bereft of certain things and so she determined to not require them. The threat became nothing but another of those cool, comfortable facts. For a time.
She still wakes sometimes to the phantom oil-and-copper smell of pooled blood. The threat is there, then, for a few seconds, and it has never been more yawning or terrible. Then it is gone, before it can manifest entirely, and for a few rare seconds Rosalind is aware of finding comfort in a form of ignorance.
The reply does not cut, for she does not know this thing as keenly as Robert does. And in truth, even though it separates them, she does not wish to.]
Given that they are in such plentiful supply, though, I don't see why we should trouble ourselves to be merchants of common goods.