...of intuition

Bel-Gazou doesn't persist either, she just carries on sewing. She sews and superimposes on the work that she neglects images and associations of names and persons, all the results of patient observation. A little later, other curiosities will come along, other questions, but above all other silences. If only Bel-Gazou were an innocent child, filled with amazement, always asking questions straight out, her eyes wide open!... But she's too close to the truth, and too natural not to know from birth that the whole of nature hesitates in the face of that majestic and murky of all instincts, and it is right to tremble, to keep silent and to lie when we come too close to its secret.

[Claudine's House, Colette, S-G.]