"No," agrees Susan, quietly relieved that Galahad has got it spot-on. "I suppose that's the distinction between Lancelot and I. He hadn't any real choices, either, because of an initial choice he made, but I hadn't any choices largely because of my sex and my position in society and my family. I suppose we're mostly alike, though; I expect we're both trying to sort out what we'd like with choice given - or returned - to us." They're nearly at the marshy area now, and Susan skirts another puddle. "I used to anticipate with such dread the day I'd need to settle down with some man."