One is afraid what might happen, if EVERYBODY ELSE let go.'
'My God!' cried Gudrun. 'But wouldn't it be wonderful, if all England
did suddenly go off like a display of fireworks.'
'It couldn't,' said Ursula. 'They are all too damp, the powder is damp
in them.'
'I'm not so sure of that,' said Gerald.
'Nor I,' said Birkin. 'When the English really begin to go off, EN
MASSE, it'll be time to shut your ears and run.'
'They never will,' said Ursula.
'We'll see,' he replied.
'Isn't it marvellous,' said Gudrun, 'how thankful one can be, to be out
of one's country. I cannot believe myself, I am so transported, the
moment I set foot on a foreign shore. I say to myself "Here steps a new
creature into life."'
'Don't be too hard on poor old England,' said Gerald. 'Though we curse
it, we love it really.'
To Ursula, there seemed a fund of cynicism in these words.
'We may,' said Birkin. 'But it's a damnably uncomfortable love: like a
love for an aged parent who suffers horribly from a complication of
diseases, for which there is no hope.
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