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Updated: June 16, 2025
They're ALWAYS aware of themselves and they're so conceited, that rather than release themselves, and live in another world, from another centre, they'd 'You want your tea, don't you, said Hermione, turning to Ursula with a gracious kindliness. 'You've worked all day Birkin stopped short. A spasm of anger and chagrin went over Ursula. His face set.
'I've not got there yet, so I don't know. Ask Loerke, he's pretty near. He is a good many stages further than either you or I can go. 'Yes, but stages further in what? cried Gerald, irritated. Birkin sighed, and gathered his brows into a knot of anger. 'Stages further in social hatred, he said. 'He lives like a rat, in the river of corruption, just where it falls over into the bottomless pit.
One feels so UPLIFTED, so UNBOUNDED . . . Birkin looked at her in a white fury. 'What do you want to feel unbounded for? he said sarcastically. 'You don't want to BE unbounded. Hermione recoiled in offence. 'Yes, but one does have that limitless feeling, said Gerald. 'It's like getting on top of the mountain and seeing the Pacific.
By myself I am. They sat till they heard the last tram come in. In a few minutes Emma Houselay entered. 'Come on, my old duck! cried Polly Birkin. 'It is perishing, said Emma, holding her fingers to the fire. 'But I'm afraid to, go home in, the dark, sang Laura Sharp, the tune having got into her mind. 'Who're you going with tonight, John Thomas? asked Muriel Baggaley, coolly.
'Now I shall always see them, she repeated. 'Thank you so much for showing me. I think they're so beautiful little red flames Her absorption was strange, almost rhapsodic. Both Birkin and Ursula were suspended. The little red pistillate flowers had some strange, almost mystic-passionate attraction for her. The lesson was finished, the books were put away, at last the class was dismissed.
'A poor song for a dance, said Birkin to Ursula, standing before her with a sardonic, flickering laugh on his face.
'On the bank by the pond. And WE'LL carry the things up, if you'll just get them ready, Mrs Salmon, said Birkin. 'All right, said the pleased woman. The party moved down the passage into the front room. It was empty, but clean and sunny. There was a window looking on to the tangled front garden. 'This is the dining room, said Hermione. 'We'll measure it this way, Rupert you go down there
'It blasts your soul's eye, he said, 'and leaves you sightless. Yet you WANT to be sightless, you WANT to be blasted, you don't want it any different. He was speaking as if in a trance, verbal and blank. Then suddenly he braced himself up with a kind of rhapsody, and looked at Birkin with vindictive, cowed eyes, saying: 'Do you know what it is to suffer when you are with a woman?
That was what the other men had done. They had wanted their own show, and they would not admit her, they turned all she was into nothingness. Just as Hermione now betrayed herself as a woman. Hermione was like a man, she believed only in men's things. She betrayed the woman in herself. And Birkin, would he acknowledge, or would he deny her?
Ursula danced with one of the students, Birkin with the other daughter of the Professor, the Professor with Frau Kramer, and the rest of the men danced together, with quite as much zest as if they had had women partners. Because Gudrun had danced with the well-built, soft youth, his companion, Loerke, was more pettish and exasperated than ever, and would not even notice her existence in the room.
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