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Updated: June 25, 2025
And he never ingratiated himself anywhere, not in the slightest, but kept to himself, for all his apparent playfulness. Leitner, his companion, was a great sportsman, very handsome with his big limbs and his blue eyes. Loerke would go toboganning or skating, in little snatches, but he was indifferent.
For he, man-like, could not see anything attractive or important AT ALL in Loerke. Gerald expected to find some handsomeness or nobleness, to account for a woman's subjection. But he saw none here, only an insect-like repulsiveness. Gudrun flushed deeply. It was these attacks she would never forgive. 'What do you mean? she replied. 'My God, what a mercy I am NOT married to you!
And all the while Gudrun could see in Gerald an arrogant English contempt for a foreigner. Although Gerald was quivering, his eyes flashing, his face flushed, in his argument there was a brusqueness, a savage contempt in his manner, that made Gudrun's blood flare up, and made Loerke keen and mortified.
After all, what was the lover but fuel for the transport of this subtle knowledge, for a female art, the art of pure, perfect knowledge in sensuous understanding. One evening Gerald was arguing with Loerke about Italy and Tripoli. The Englishman was in a strange, inflammable state, the German was excited. It was a contest of words, but it meant a conflict of spirit between the two men.
'C'est le sport, sans doute. The next instant he was sitting ludicrously in the snow, Gerald's fist having rung against the side of his head. But Loerke pulled himself together, rose, quivering, looking full at Gerald, his body weak and furtive, but his eyes demoniacal with satire. 'Vive le heros, vive
Gudrun's heart leapt in sudden terror, profound terror. She rose to her feet. 'They told me where you were, came Gerald's voice, like a judgment in the whitish air of twilight. 'MARIA! You come like a ghost, exclaimed Loerke. Gerald did not answer. His presence was unnatural and ghostly to them. Loerke shook the flask then he held it inverted over the snow. Only a few brown drops trickled out.
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