He says he wants the demon part of
himself to be mated--physically--not the human being. You see he says
one thing one day, and another the next--and he always contradicts
himself--'
'And always thinks about himself, and his own dissatisfaction,' said
Hermione slowly.
'Yes,' cried Ursula. 'As if there were no-one but himself concerned.
That makes it so impossible.'
But immediately she began to retract.
'He insists on my accepting God knows what in HIM,' she resumed. 'He
wants me to accept HIM as--as an absolute--But it seems to me he
doesn't want to GIVE anything. He doesn't want real warm intimacy--he
won't have it--he rejects it. He won't let me think, really, and he
won't let me FEEL--he hates feelings.'
There was a long pause, bitter for Hermione. Ah, if only he would have
made this demand of her? Her he DROVE into thought, drove inexorably
into knowledge--and then execrated her for it.
'He wants me to sink myself,' Ursula resumed, 'not to have any being of
my own--'
'Then why doesn't he marry an odalisk?' said Hermione in her mild
sing-song, 'if it is that he wants.
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