'Perhaps,' she said, full of mistrust, of herself and everybody. 'But,'
she added, 'I do think that one can't have anything new whilst one
cares for the old--do you know what I mean?--even fighting the old is
belonging to it. I know, one is tempted to stop with the world, just to
fight it. But then it isn't worth it.'
Gudrun considered herself.
'Yes,' she said. 'In a way, one is of the world if one lives in it. But
isn't it really an illusion to think you can get out of it? After all,
a cottage in the Abruzzi, or wherever it may be, isn't a new world. No,
the only thing to do with the world, is to see it through.'
Ursula looked away. She was so frightened of argument.
'But there CAN be something else, can't there?' she said. 'One can see
it through in one's soul, long enough before it sees itself through in
actuality. And then, when one has seen one's soul, one is something
else.'
'CAN one see it through in one's soul?' asked Gudrun. 'If you mean that
you can see to the end of what will happen, I don't agree.
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