'I don't know, I'm sure,' he replied. 'But I do think you've got to
find some way of resolving the situation--not because you want to, but
because you've GOT to, otherwise you're done. The whole of everything,
and yourself included, is just on the point of caving in, and you are
just holding it up with your hands. Well, it's a situation that
obviously can't continue. You can't stand holding the roof up with your
hands, for ever. You know that sooner or later you'll HAVE to let go.
Do you understand what I mean? And so something's got to be done, or
there's a universal collapse--as far as you yourself are concerned.'
He shifted slightly on the hearth, crunching a cinder under his heel.
He looked down at it. Gudrun was aware of the beautiful old marble
panels of the fireplace, swelling softly carved, round him and above
him. She felt as if she were caught at last by fate, imprisoned in some
horrible and fatal trap.
'But what CAN be done?' she murmured humbly. 'You must use me if I can
be of any help at all--but how can I? I don't see how I CAN help you.
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