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'How's that? called Gudrun. Birkin glanced quickly round. There was irritation in his eyes also. 'Why? he replied. 'What do you think of it, Gudrun? 'Oh, she cried, determined to fling her stone also into the pool, since they had begun, 'I don't think she wants an engagement. Naturally, she's a bird that prefers the bush. Gudrun's voice was clear and gong-like.
Gerald really loved Birkin, though he never quite believed in him. Birkin was too unreal; clever, whimsical, wonderful, but not practical enough. Gerald felt that his own understanding was much sounder and safer. Birkin was delightful, a wonderful spirit, but after all, not to be taken seriously, not quite to be counted as a man among men.
For one second then let go again, let go for ever. If he had kept true to that clasp, death would not have mattered. Those who die, and dying still can love, still believe, do not die. They live still in the beloved. Gerald might still have been living in the spirit with Birkin, even after death. He might have lived with his friend, a further life.
And still Hermione sat at the table, with her chin in her hand, her elbow on the table, her long white face pushed up, not attending to anything. Birkin had gone to the window, and was looking from the brilliantly-lighted room on to the grey, colourless outside, where rain was noiselessly falling. Ursula put away her things in the cupboard. At length Hermione rose and came near to her.
There were long spaces of silence between their words. The wrestling had some deep meaning to them an unfinished meaning. 'We are mentally, spiritually intimate, therefore we should be more or less physically intimate too it is more whole. 'Certainly it is, said Gerald. Then he laughed pleasantly, adding: 'It's rather wonderful to me. He stretched out his arms handsomely. 'Yes, said Birkin.
She held up the lantern. It had a flight of storks streaming through a turquoise sky of light, over a dark earth. 'This is beautiful, she said. 'Lovely, echoed Gudrun, who wanted to hold one also, and lift it up full of beauty. 'Light one for me, she said. Gerald stood by her, incapacitated. Birkin lit the lantern she held up. Her heart beat with anxiety, to see how beautiful it would be.
'There is a room for me? said Birkin. To both of which questions the man grinned, and murmured. He made Gerald uncertain, because, being tall and slender and reticent, he looked like a gentleman. 'Who is your servant? he asked of Halliday. 'He looks a swell. 'Oh yes that's because he's dressed in another man's clothes. He's anything but a swell, really. We found him in the road, starving.
You and I, we make another, separate world. You don't WANT a world same as your brothers-in-law. It's just the special quality you value. Do you WANT to be normal or ordinary! It's a lie. You want to be free and extraordinary, in an extraordinary world of liberty. Gerald looked at Birkin with subtle eyes of knowledge. But he would never openly admit what he felt.
'And if he does want my hat, such as it is, said Birkin, 'why, surely it is open to me to decide, which is a greater loss to me, my hat, or my liberty as a free and indifferent man. If I am compelled to offer fight, I lose the latter. It is a question which is worth more to me, my pleasant liberty of conduct, or my hat. 'Yes, said Hermione, watching Birkin strangely. 'Yes.
Yet he had not questioned whether one should go through this torture. He seemed to believe in education through subjection and torment. 'I hated it at the time, but I can see it was necessary, he said. 'It brought me into line a bit and you can't live unless you do come into line somewhere. 'Well, said Birkin, 'I begin to think that you can't live unless you keep entirely out of the line.
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