Women in Love (Centaur Classics) by D. H. Lawrence

Author:D. H. Lawrence
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20 — Gladiatorial

After the fiasco of the proposal, Birkin had hurried blindly away from Beldover, in a whirl of fury. He felt he had been a complete fool, that the whole scene had been a farce of the first water. But that did not trouble him at all. He was deeply, mockingly angry that Ursula persisted always in this old cry: ‘Why do you want to bully me?’ and in her bright, insolent abstraction.

He went straight to Shortlands. There he found Gerald standing with his back to the fire, in the library, as motionless as a man is, who is completely and emptily restless, utterly hollow. He had done all the work he wanted to do — and now there was nothing. He could go out in the car, he could run to town. But he did not want to go out in the car, he did not want to run to town, he did not want to call on the Thirlbys. He was suspended motionless, in an agony of inertia, like a machine that is without power.

This was very bitter to Gerald, who had never known what boredom was, who had gone from activity to activity, never at a loss. Now, gradually, everything seemed to be stopping in him. He did not want any more to do the things that offered. Something dead within him just refused to respond to any suggestion. He cast over in his mind, what it would be possible to do, to save himself from this misery of nothingness, relieve the stress of this hollowness. And there were only three things left, that would rouse him, make him live. One was to drink or smoke hashish, the other was to be soothed by Birkin, and the third was women. And there was no-one for the moment to drink with. Nor was there a woman. And he knew Birkin was out. So there was nothing to do but to bear the stress of his own emptiness.

When he saw Birkin his face lit up in a sudden, wonderful smile.

‘By God, Rupert,’ he said, ‘I’d just come to the conclusion that nothing in the world mattered except somebody to take the edge off one’s being alone: the right somebody.’

The smile in his eyes was very astonishing, as he looked at the other man. It was the pure gleam of relief. His face was pallid and even haggard.

‘The right woman, I suppose you mean,’ said Birkin spitefully.

‘Of course, for choice. Failing that, an amusing man.’

He laughed as he said it. Birkin sat down near the fire.

‘What were you doing?’ he asked.

‘I? Nothing. I’m in a bad way just now, everything’s on edge, and I can neither work nor play. I don’t know whether it’s a sign of old age, I’m sure.’

‘You mean you are bored?’

‘Bored, I don’t know. I can’t apply myself. And I feel the devil is either very present inside me, or dead.’

Birkin glanced up and looked in his eyes.

‘You should try hitting something,’ he said.

Gerald smiled.

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