Women in Love Page #4

I thought...

love wasn't good enough for you.

Oh, I don't' want love!

I don't want to know you.

I want to be gone out of myself.

I want you to be lost to yourself,

so we are found different.

Oh, we shouldn't talk when we're tired

and wretched...

Say you love me. Say...

"my love" to me...

Oh, I love you right enough, I just...

want it to be something else.

Why?

Why?

Why isn't it enough?

Because we can go one better.

No, we can't.

We can only say we love each other.

Say "my love" to me.

Say it.

Say it!

Yes. My love.

Yes...my love.

Let love be enough, then. I...

I love you, then.

I'm bored by the rest.

Oh...say you love me...

- Rupert...

- Ursula...

Please...please...

Please say it...please say it...

Say it!

Oh, say it!

Oh, please...

Oh...oh...

Oh...please...

Yes...

I do love you. I do...

Must it be like this?

She killed him.

What did he mean?

Perhaps it's better to die

than to live mechanically.

A life that's repetition, repetition...

By God, I'd just reached the conclusion

that nothing mattered in the world,

except somebody to take the edge

off one's being alone.

The right somebody.

Meaning the right woman,

I suppose.

Yes, of course.

Failing that...an amusing man.

Well, if you're bored...

why not try hitting something?

Possibly...

provided it was something worth hitting.

- You ever done any boxing?

- No.

Oh, you mean you may as well hit me?

You? Hm...

You?

Well, yes, perhaps, in a...

in a friendly sort of way, of course...

Well, quite.

I never learnt the gentlemanly art.

You know, I've got the feeling that...

...if I don't watch myself...

...I shall do something silly.

Why not do it?

I used to do

some Japanese-style wrestling, once.

I was never very good at it.

Those things don't really interest me.

Don't they?

Oh, they do me.

How do you start?

Well, erm...

You can't do much in a stuffed shirt.

- All right, let's strip and do it properly.

- Very good.

Now, you come at me any way you

want and... I'll try and get out of it.

Admirable.

That's good.

Yes, I've got you...

Was it...

too much for you?

No...

No, one ought to strive and wrestle

and be physically close.

It makes one...sane.

Do you think so?

Yes, I do.

Do you?

Yes.

We are mentally and spiritually close,

therefore we should be

physically close, too.

It's more complete.

You know how the old German knights

used to swear blood brotherhood?

Yes...

Make...wounds in their arms...

...and run...

blood into each other's cuts.

Yes.

And swear to be true to each other,

of one blood, all their lives.

Well, that's what we ought to do.

Well, no wounds. I mean, that's obsolete.

But we ought to swear to love each other,

you and I.

Implicitly.

Perfectly.

Finally. Without any possibility

of ever going back on it.

Shall we swear to each other,

one day?

We'll wait till I understand it better.

Right, any rate...

One feels...freer, more open now.

And that's what we want.

Certainly.

In a way...

that's what I want with Ursula.

Single...clear...

yet balanced.

But they're all the same. Women.

Lust for passion.

Greed for self-importance in love.

I should think Gudrun is even worse.

Have you seen her lately?

She's coming over next week.

Hermione suggested

she teach Winifred to draw.

The child hasn't been the same

since her sister...

Since the drowning.

Are you fond of Ursula?

I think I love her.

I suppose the next step's an engagement.

Then marriage.

You know I always believe in love.

In true love.

But where do you find it nowadays?

I don't know.

Life has...all kinds of things.

There isn't only one road.

I don't care how it is with me,

as long as I...

Well, as long as I feel...

that I've lived.

I don't care how it is,

as long as I feel that.

Fulfilled.

Yes, I suppose it could be fulfilled.

I don't use the same words as you.

Well, it's the same.

Would you like a bath?

Mm...

Come on, Rip! Get them! Come on!

Drive them away!

Are you all right? Rip!

Who the hell let these dogs in the drive?

Take them back!

Take them back to the kennel.

Have you taken leave of your senses,

Christiana?

How many times must I tell you?

No one is ever turned away from my door.

Oh, yes. I know, I know.

"Love thy neighbour",

and you love your neighbour.

More than your own family.

Why don't you turn me and the children

out, and keep open house for them?

If it wasn't for them,

you wouldn't have this house.

Now, if they're in trouble,

it's my duty to help them.

You'd think it your duty

to invite all the rats in the world

to come and gnaw at your bones.

Let's go inside, Mother.

Mr Crich can't see you.

You think you can come here

whenever you like?

Go away! There's nothing for you here!

- Give him to me.

- Thank you.

Gerald says, if you like it, we could have it

all to ourselves, as a studio.

Oh.

Of course, we'll mend

the windows and have it decorated,

but Gerald say it all depends on you, so...

do you like it?

- It's remarkable.

- Oh, good!

Gerald! Gerald!

Come on. Let's go and see Gerald!

Come on, Bismarck.

Winifred seems to have taken to you.

Will you come again?

I feel very drawn to her.

Yes, I can come again.

Oh, Gerald, isn't it wonderful?

We're going to draw Bismarck!

Isn't he beautiful?

Isn't he strong?

Let its mother

stroke its fur, then, darling.

Because it's so mysterious.

Look what I bought.

How lovely!

How perfectly lovely!

But why did you give them to me?

I wanted to.

Am I called on to find reasons?

Opals are unlucky, aren't they?

I prefer unlucky things.

Luck is vulgar.

Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

They can be made a little bigger.

Yes.

I'm glad you bought them.

Won't it be lovely,

going home in the dark?

Well, I promised to go to Shortlands

tonight, to have dinner with Gerald.

- It doesn't matter. You can go tomorrow.

- Well, Hermione's there.

She's going away in a couple of days.

I suppose I ought to say goodbye to her.

- You don't mind, do you?

- No, I don't mind. Why should I?

Well, that's what I ask myself.

Why should you mind?

But you seem to.

I assure you,

I don't mind in the least.

If that's where you feel you belong, then...

That's where you must go.

Oh, you are a fool.

"If that's where you belong..."

It's all finished between Hermione and me.

She seems to mean much more to you

than she does to me.

I'm not taken in by your word-twisting.

If you still feel that you belong to

Hermione, then you do, that's all.

You don't belong to me.

If you weren't such a fool,

you'd know that one could be decent,

even when one is wrong.

It was wrong of me to go on all that time,

with her.

It was a deathly process.

But after all, one can have

a little human decency.

But no. You must tear my soul out, with

your jealousy, at the very mention of her!

I? Jealous?

She means nothing to me. Not...that.

It's what she stands for, that I hate.

Her...her...lies...

and her...

falseness...it's...death.

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