Eleanor lives much of her life in her head, indulging fantasies of alternate paths she could have taken and singing herself strange little songs. This one is not actually a song but a line from Shakespeare’s
Twelfth Night. By telling herself that her journey is about to end in a fortuitous meeting or even romance, Eleanor convinces herself to put aside her very real fears and press on. This shows Eleanor’s ability to dissociate from the truth and take charge of her own thoughts—for now.