now, however, not even reasons are necessary,

 

It's true. Floating in the thin transparency of the air, drawing in the luminosity of a sunny afternoon beach all the restless objects of her desire, no longer at all concerned with making a good impression, but rather motivated to enter her new existential domains with her rigid muscles accustomed to hip exercises, smilingly apprehensive at every sign of abnormality in the face of that old routine of scruples, nonsense and moral cobwebs. The effort to sweep from her own soul all those sickly hypotheses of a future, encountering obstacles, where there is no solidarity of understanding, with a vaguely belligerent timidity aspiring in the vacuum of life. A narrow life on a long slope, based on a childish credulity in the virtue of love, while her husband's business ventures even entangle in politics, that rancidity of a barnyard closing in. No Lara, circumstances now favor what for a long time you considered absurd and dirty, and which required some extra energy on your part to reject the shreds of obligatory notions --- for some time, advances and retreats; now, however, not even reasons are necessary, and the role to be played no longer seems so difficult, free of obstacles and fear, precisely there the majority stir up fears, vainly seeking illusory anesthesias to simulate calm with great effort of nerves punished by life.