She had worked like a great artist; for a time—indeed, for years—she had been meaningless, but at the end there was presented to the girl the complete picture of a cheerless, loveless world in which the young rush to destruction until they learn better—a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good, if we may judge from those who have used them most.
This is really resonating with me rn. A week ago, I texted DH "Just like you'll lie by omission, you'll justify your own behavior by /inaction./ 'I didn't do something bad, so it must have been good.' Yeah, well, you didn't do something good either.
