Whereas without him, as you see, she is a mere stray, a fluffy sporadic
bit of chaos. It is a volonte de pouvoir, if you like, a will to
ability, taking pouvoir as a verb.'
'Ah--! Sophistries! It's the old Adam.'
'Oh yes. Adam kept Eve in the indestructible paradise, when he kept her
single with himself, like a star in its orbit.'
'Yes--yes--' cried Ursula, pointing her finger at him. 'There you
are--a star in its orbit! A satellite--a satellite of Mars--that's what
she is to be! There--there--you've given yourself away! You want a
satellite, Mars and his satellite! You've said it--you've said
it--you've dished yourself!'
He stood smiling in frustration and amusement and irritation and
admiration and love. She was so quick, and so lambent, like discernible
fire, and so vindictive, and so rich in her dangerous flamy
sensitiveness.
'I've not said it at all,' he replied, 'if you will give me a chance to
speak.'
'No, no!' she cried. 'I won't let you speak. You've said it, a
satellite, you're not going to wriggle out of it.
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