While I can relate to your furious resentment, I am also oddly touched by Cassandra's actions ... I mean, I think about how attached I am to the letters I've been written, particularly by my Best Correspondent, and I'm not sure I *could* bring myself to burn them. Even though if she asked me to do so, it would be the right thing to do... but I would be far too attached. And so I imagine Cassandra similarly heartbroken, weeping as she burns and censors, and I can't really hold a grudge against her.