They did not understand him. Poor Dorothy had been long in the situation they seemed only to have arrived at, but she tried to tear the head off her doll and cried what sounded like . — There, you hear, her mother said. Clever girl, she crooned at her. Say God. Say sky. — . — She has said her prayers, Kit said in weariness.
by Anthony Burgess
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The characters in the passage display a profound misunderstanding of each other's experiences and emotions. Poor Dorothy demonstrates frustration and confusion, evidenced by her extreme action of tearing the head off her doll. This act reflects her internal struggles that the others around her fail to comprehend. Meanwhile, her mother attempts to guide her by prompting her to focus on simple affirmations about God and the sky, suggesting a desire for innocence and better understanding in a chaotic moment.

Kit, on the other hand, expresses fatigue with this dynamic as he acknowledges that Dorothy has already engaged in her prayers, which indicates that she is seeking solace or clarity in her own way. His weariness suggests a deep recognition of the disconnect among them, highlighting how complex emotions can often be overlooked by those who are supposed to provide support. This tension emphasizes the theme of isolation and the challenges in communicating one's feelings effectively.

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