a greater freedom of movement - what is it?
Take Tradition - the poor bastard child of her mother, the Arbitrary, and her father, the
Habitual - and give her a looser garment. She’s ever blossoming. Delight in her exquisite
and clumsy movements, the bloom of her youth that is always about to fade,
and let her be a child again
She will become a little more like her mother, a little less like her father, while loving
them both the same
And she will carve the initials of her only sweetheart into the bark of an old oak tree: