How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.
There are no more uses of "compulsion" in the book.
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I had a compulsion to tell the brutal truth.
She has a deep compulsion to make herself the center of attention.