Then he began
again, intoning like a clergyman. '"Surely there will come an end in
us to this desire--for the constant going apart,--this passion for
putting asunder--everything--ourselves, reducing ourselves part from
part--reacting in intimacy only for destruction,--using sex as a great
reducing agent, reducing the two great elements of male and female from
their highly complex unity--reducing the old ideas, going back to the
savages for our sensations,--always seeking to LOSE ourselves in some
ultimate black sensation, mindless and infinite--burning only with
destructive fires, raging on with the hope of being burnt out
utterly--"'
'I want to go,' said Gudrun to Gerald, as she signalled the waiter. Her
eyes were flashing, her cheeks were flushed. The strange effect of
Birkin's letter read aloud in a perfect clerical sing-song, clear and
resonant, phrase by phrase, made the blood mount into her head as if
she were mad.
She rose, whilst Gerald was paying the bill, and walked over to
Halliday's table.
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