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Updated: June 16, 2025
'What I mean is that my children have been brought up to think and do according to the religion I was brought up in myself, and I don't want to see them going away from THAT. There was a dangerous pause. 'And beyond that ? asked Birkin. The father hesitated, he was in a nasty position. 'Eh? What do you mean? All I want to say is that my daughter' he tailed off into silence, overcome by futility.
Whereas Gerald himself was concrete and noticeable, a piece of pure final substance. 'Now, said Birkin, 'I will show you what I learned, and what I remember. You let me take you so And his hands closed on the naked body of the other man. In another moment, he had Gerald swung over lightly and balanced against his knee, head downwards. Relaxed, Gerald sprang to his feet with eyes glittering.
It was kindled, and they all stood back to look at the great blue moon of light that hung from Ursula's hand, casting a strange gleam on her face. It flickered, and Birkin went bending over the well of light. His face shone out like an apparition, so unconscious, and again, something demoniacal. Ursula was dim and veiled, looming over him. 'That is all right, said his voice softly.
And moving aside, he switched on the strong electric lights. The class-room was distinct and hard, a strange place after the soft dim magic that filled it before he came. Birkin turned curiously to look at Ursula. Her eyes were round and wondering, bewildered, her mouth quivered slightly. She looked like one who is suddenly wakened.
And his face opened suddenly, as if lighted with simplicity, as when a flower opens out of the cunning bud. 'No I never consider you a freak. And he watched the other man with strange eyes, that Birkin could not understand. 'I feel, Gerald continued, 'that there is always an element of uncertainty about you perhaps you are uncertain about yourself. But I'm never sure of you.
As a matter of fact, even if it were as Gudrun said, about Birkin, other things were true as well. But Gudrun would draw two lines under him and cross him out like an account that is settled. There he was, summed up, paid for, settled, done with. And it was such a lie. This finality of Gudrun's, this dispatching of people and things in a sentence, it was all such a lie.
Presently, the proprietors in person issued into the courtyard the stout, bald Peter Birkin, a man whose face was flushed even to the whites of his shifty eyes, and, close behind him, eke his shadow, Jonah Birkin a person of sandy, sullen mien, and overhanging brows, and dull, heavy eyes.
'You've been over there today, I suppose? asked the father. 'Gerald came round to tea with me, and I walked back with him. The house is overexcited and unwholesome, I thought. 'I should think they were people who hadn't much restraint, said Gudrun. 'Or too much, Birkin answered. 'Oh yes, I'm sure, said Gudrun, almost vindictively, 'one or the other.
'Well, Winifred, said the father, 'aren't you glad Miss Brangwen has come? She makes animals and birds in wood and in clay, that the people in London write about in the papers, praising them to the skies. Winifred smiled slightly. 'Who told you, Daddie? she asked. 'Who told me? Hermione told me, and Rupert Birkin.
Ursula looked all the white at Hermione, as she spoke in her slow, dispassionate, and yet strangely tense voice. A curious thrill went over the younger woman. Some strange, dark, convulsive power was in Hermione, fascinating and repelling. 'It is fatal to use the will like that, cried Birkin harshly, 'disgusting. Such a will is an obscenity.
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