Motives are slippery things, don't you think so?
Mine seem particularly athletic.
They hop from their pigeon holes and turn hand-springs and do all sorts of stunts the minute I turn my back.

So I never know for sure why I want to do a thing.

For that matter, I don't know why I named you Ann.

I had to give you a name--I thought you might prefer my not using yours--so all in a flash I had to make one up--and Ann was what came.

I love that name.
It never would have come if something in you hadn't called it.