"Did she know?"
"I think you know what she knew."
"I knew something, but not what you knew of what she knew.
I still don't know."
"I know."
"So she knew something."
"Yes. We all knew something."
I said, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest."
I would fly away and be at rest."
... The Wings of the Dove, Henry James
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