I want to; I really want to." "But you won't do the one thing," I returned hopelessly to the charge.
"I cannot," she answered, "it must be like that; there isn't any way.
You are so tied down to these little things.

Don't you see that de Mersch, and--and all these people--don't really count?
They aren't anything at all in the scheme of things.

I think that, even for you, they aren't worth bothering about.

They're only accidents; the accidents that--" "That what ?" I asked, although I began to see dimly what she meant.
"That lead in the inevitable," she answered.

"Don't you see?
Don't you understand?
We _are_ the inevitable ...