The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Didn't they then at last agree on something?
He started explaining his new approach to her, a combination of photography and oil, but he had scarcely got through three sentences when Marie-Anne began whistling a tune. The painter was speaking slowly and with great concentration and did not hear the whistling.
"Will you tell me why you're whistling? " Franz whispered.
"Because I don't like to hear people talk about politics," she answered out loud. (3.6.12-4)
She thought about that stone all day. Why had it horrified her so?
She answered herself: When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out.
But the dead can't get out anyway! What difference does it make whether they're covered with soil or stones? (3.10.10-3)