But the pressure to speak is constant and intolerable. However, I resisted most of it.

Misty dreamers had not a chance with her; since, though she did not talk - talking would have been altogether repugnant to her silent nature.

If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.

But Why Does She Not Speak?

“Tomorrow?”
“Sh.” She put her hand across his lips. “Never say the word!”

Dont be afraid: she never comes to words with anyone now, poor woman! respectability has broke all the spirit out of her.

Why couldn't she stop talking? Did all lonely people have that problem?

I could talk to her, but I couldn't' tell her anything.

could not say anything
You could not
Tell me.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

This simple form of repression, of using the method of not letting anyone speak, will never succeed.

Oh no: we never mention her! Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.