She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.
Lonely Bird
Paralysis
The soul felt a terrible ache, the years went slowly numb in a spread of paralysis, of shock, an inward emptiness in her soul. Like dead leaves crumpling to powder, blown away on the wind.
Greed
Greed - there was nothing as frightful as this. Nothing as terrible as this.
