书城公版WOMEN IN LOVE
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第79章

He looked at Gerald with clear, happy eyes of discovery.Gerald looked down at him, attracted, so deeply bondaged in fascinated attraction, that he was mistrustful, resenting the bondage, hating the attraction.

`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.

`Shall we swear to each other, one day?' said Birkin, putting out his hand towards Gerald.

Gerald just touched the extended fine, living hand, as if withheld and afraid.

`We'll leave it till I understand it better,' he said, in a voice of excuse.

Birkin watched him.A little sharp disappointment, perhaps a touch of contempt came into his heart.

`Yes,' he said.`You must tell me what you think, later.You know what I mean? Not sloppy emotionalism.An impersonal union that leaves one free.'

They lapsed both into silence.Birkin was looking at Gerald all the time.He seemed now to see, not the physical, animal man, which he usually saw in Gerald, and which usually he liked so much, but the man himself, complete, and as if fated, doomed, limited.This strange sense of fatality in Gerald, as if he were limited to one form of existence, one knowledge, one activity, a sort of fatal halfness, which to himself seemed wholeness, always overcame Birkin after their moments of passionate approach, and filled him with a sort of contempt, or boredom.It was the insistence on the limitation which so bored Birkin in Gerald.Gerald could never fly away from himself, in real indifferent gaiety.He had a clog, a sort of monomania.

There was silence for a time.Then Birkin said, in a lighter tone, letting the stress of the contact pass:

`Can't you get a good governess for Winifred? -- somebody exceptional?'

`Hermione Roddice suggested we should ask Gudrun to teach her to draw and to model in clay.You know Winnie is astonishingly clever with that plasticine stuff.Hermione declares she is an artist.' Gerald spoke in the usual animated, chatty manner, as if nothing unusual had passed.But Birkin's manner was full of reminder.

`Really! I didn't know that.Oh well then, if Gudrun would teach her, it would be perfect -- couldn't be anything better -- if Winifred is an artist.Because Gudrun somewhere is one.And every true artist is the salvation of every other.'

`I thought they got on so badly, as a rule.'

`Perhaps.But only artists produce for each other the world that is fit to live in.If you can arrange that for Winifred, it is perfect.'

`But you think she wouldn't come?'

`I don't know.Gudrun is rather self-opinionated.She won't go cheap anywhere.Or if she does, she'll pretty soon take herself back.So whether she would condescend to do private teaching, particularly here, in Beldover, I don't know.But it would be just the thing.Winifred has got a special nature.And if you can put into her way the means of being self-sufficient, that is the best thing possible.She'll never get on with the ordinary life.You find it difficult enough yourself, and she is several skins thinner than you are.It is awful to think what her life will be like unless she does find a means of expression, some way of fulfilment.You can see what mere leaving it to fate brings.You can see how much marriage is to be trusted to -- look at your own mother.'

`Do you think mother is abnormal?'

`No! I think she only wanted something more, or other than the common run of life.And not getting it, she has gone wrong perhaps.'