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"The ," said the elder girl "They fuss and talk, but they

are really inane Theyfit into an old, inert

idea Love is a dead idea to them They don't come to one and

love one, they come to an idea, and they say 'You are my idea,'

so they embrace themselves As if I were any man's idea! As if I

exist because a man has an idea of me! As if I will be betrayed

by him, lend him my body as an instrument for his idea, to be a

mere apparatus of his dead theory But they are too fussy to be

able to act; they are all impotent, they can't take a

woman They come to their own idea every ti to s thery"

Ursula was introduced by her friend to various women and men,

educated, unsatisfied people, who still

provincial society as if they were nearly as tame as their

outward behaviour showed, but ere inwardly raging and

irl ept into, like a chaos,

like the end of the world She was too young to understand it

all Yet the inoculation passed into her, through her love for

her mistress