The rest of us are lucky that we live in a literate society and can humbly sit at the bottom of the pages of their books and try and digest their thinking. Elizabeth was wont to think thoughts that frightened her. Despite being widely read she knew of nobody that had thought her thoughts. Then she might have been able to stop thinking them and read their books instead. The few times she mentioned it to her husband he pooh-poohed it.
Thinkers are famous people, great people.
They are not just your wife of twenty-five years. And so she had become silent and got on with the porridge. Nor were her thoughts abstruse, in fact she could not understand why no-one else seemed to be thinking them. Television it was had opened her eyes. She had struggled against the inevitability of sitting down in front of the goggle-box, she had fought her man, she had warred on the children but in the end the box had won and they had all tuned in to the mindlessness which they all knew it to be.