She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone {a woman like herself}losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.
( Michael Cunningham )
[ The Hours ]
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