after warning him...

her meditations tottered in dots.
But when the heart hungers behind such meditations, that thinking without language is a dangerous habit; for there will suddenly come a dash usurping the series of tentative dots, which is nothing other than the dreadful thing resolved on, as of necessity, as naturally as the adventurous bow-legged infant pitches back from an excursion of two paces to mother's lap; and not much less innocently within the mind, it would appear.

The dash is a haven reached that would not be greeted if it stood out in words.

Could we live without ourselves letting our animal do our thinking for us legibly?
We live with ourselves agreeably so long as his projects are phrased in his primitive tongue, even though we have clearly apprehended what he means, and though we sufficiently well understand the whither of our destination under his guidance.

No counsel can be saner than that the heart should be bidden to speak out in plain verbal speech within us.