People are freer in America. But there are more tears.
A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.
There are those who'd rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.
A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.
There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.
All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.