'
Ursula, angry at being treated quite so insultingly DE HAUT EN BAS,
from the height of esoteric art to the depth of general exoteric
amateurism, replied, hotly, flushing and lifting her face.
'But it IS a picture of a horse, nevertheless.'
He lifted his shoulders in another shrug.
'As you like--it is not a picture of a cow, certainly.'
Here Gudrun broke in, flushed and brilliant, anxious to avoid any more
of this, any more of Ursula's foolish persistence in giving herself
away.
'What do you mean by "it is a picture of a horse?"' she cried at her
sister. 'What do you mean by a horse? You mean an idea you have in YOUR
head, and which you want to see represented. There is another idea
altogether, quite another idea. Call it a horse if you like, or say it
is not a horse. I have just as much right to say that YOUR horse isn't
a horse, that it is a falsity of your own make-up.'
Ursula wavered, baffled. Then her words came.
'But why does he have this idea of a horse?' she said.
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