The defective can be more than the entire.

The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.

Women accept their destiny more readily than men.

Done because we are too many.

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

What is it, Angel?" she said, starting up. "Have they come for me?" "Yes, dearest," he said. "They have come." "It is as it should be," she murmured. "Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!" She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved. "I am ready," she said quietly.

Give the enemy not only a road for flight, but also a means of defending it.