You sighed before you spoke.

It was not for me; it was for yourself.

You never felt pain or sorrow for another." He was trying hard to grow cold and to find cold words to say, which might lead her to believe him stronger than he was and able to master his grief.

But he was too young, too hot, too changeable for such a part.

Moreover, in his first violent outbreak Unorna had dominated him, and he could not now regain the advantage.
"You are wrong, Israel Kafka.