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'Quite! said Birkin, bitingly. Gerald stood leaning back against the mantel-piece. He looked down at Birkin, and his eyes flashed with a sort of terror like the eyes of a stallion, that are bloodshot and overwrought, turned glancing backwards in a stiff terror. 'I fell that if I don't watch myself, I shall find myself doing something silly, he said. 'Why not do it? said Birkin coldly.
I think it is best to take the honeymoon before the wedding don't you? She was pleased with this MOT. He laughed. 'In certain cases, he said. 'I'd rather it were so in my own case. 'Would you! exclaimed Ursula. Then doubtingly, 'Yes, perhaps you're right. One should please oneself. Birkin came in a little later, and Ursula told him what had been said. 'Gudrun! exclaimed Birkin.
'We will swear to each other, one day, shall we? pleaded Birkin. 'We will swear to stand by each other be true to each other ultimately infallibly given to each other, organically without possibility of taking back. Birkin sought hard to express himself. But Gerald hardly listened. His face shone with a certain luminous pleasure. He was pleased. But he kept his reserve. He held himself back.
'How much is it? Birkin asked the man. 'Ten shillings. 'And you will send it ? It was bought. 'So beautiful, so pure! Birkin said. 'It almost breaks my heart. They walked along between the heaps of rubbish. 'My beloved country it had something to express even when it made that chair. 'And hasn't it now? asked Ursula. She was always angry when he took this tone. 'No, it hasn't.
I cannot believe myself, I am so transported, the moment I set foot on a foreign shore. I say to myself "Here steps a new creature into life." 'Don't be too hard on poor old England, said Gerald. 'Though we curse it, we love it really. To Ursula, there seemed a fund of cynicism in these words. 'We may, said Birkin.
'Oh yes well, shall I come round there? 'By all means, it might amuse you. The evening was falling. They had passed Bedford. Birkin watched the country, and was filled with a sort of hopelessness. He always felt this, on approaching London. His dislike of mankind, of the mass of mankind, amounted almost to an illness. "Where the quiet coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles "
No one could remember it without gaining faith in the mystery, without the soul's warming with new, deep life-trust. And Gerald! The denier! He left the heart cold, frozen, hardly able to beat. Gerald's father had looked wistful, to break the heart: but not this last terrible look of cold, mute Matter. Birkin watched and watched.
She always felt vulnerable, vulnerable, there was always a secret chink in her armour. She did not know herself what it was. It was a lack of robust self, she had no natural sufficiency, there was a terrible void, a lack, a deficiency of being within her. And she wanted someone to close up this deficiency, to close it up for ever. She craved for Rupert Birkin.
What sort of a bringing-up she's had? "She", thought Birkin to himself, remembering his childhood's corrections, 'is the cat's mother. 'Do I know what sort of a bringing-up she's had? he said aloud. He seemed to annoy Brangwen intentionally. 'Well, he said, 'she's had everything that's right for a girl to have as far as possible, as far as we could give it her.
'Not the centre and core of it the love between you and a woman? asked Birkin. Gerald's eyes narrowed with a queer dangerous smile as he watched the other man. 'I never quite feel it that way, he said. 'You don't? Then wherein does life centre, for you? 'I don't know that's what I want somebody to tell me. As far as I can make out, it doesn't centre at all.
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