Richard, curled narrow in his chair like a snake, glanced up at the bigman
projecting over him. Perhaps it was this meeting which made Somers want to see
Kangaroo oncemore. I thought he was lovely this afternoon whenhe was here.
What do you think of Trades Unions, one way and another? But he prevented
himself, and the eyes of the two men met. IS there any other inspirational
force than the force of love?
Oh yes I am, said Kangaroo, in a steely voice. Their host sent them home in his
motor-car.
One believes a lot, and one believes very little, seems to me. Hear them, what
a haughty pair of individuals!
But is love the only inspiration of creative activity? Hes not quite the SHAPE
of a man that I should throw awaymy eyes for, thats all I mean. The god you can
never see or visualise, who stands dark onthe threshold of the phallic me. His
heart felt queer and cave-like and devoid of emotion.
Im the hound of heaven afteryou, my boy, and Im fatal to the hell hound thats
leading you.
Takingall in all, seems to me we live from hand to mouth, as far as beliefsgo.
Where have you had the very best PeachMelba you ever tasted?
To surge with that cold exultance andpassion of a sea thing!
You dont sound a very warm follower yourself. There was a swarm of white ants,
and they were just eating up the lastbits of them.
Do you know what happened to me last week? And one would avoid the strange
darkgaps, gulfs, in the way overhead. We can allsqueeze into that automobile at
your gate. The god you can never see or visualise, who stands dark onthe
threshold of the phallic me. Then make me believe in them and their generosity,
he said dryly.
The two men stood still in the cold wind that came up the sands to
thesouth-west.
Its not quite a political thing, he said.
Then, as Harriet shut the door of Torestin, and they were quitealone, she
said:Yes, hes right.
And whatcan you do, PERMANENTLY, with such people? He was not sorry when for
once some other persongave her a dig. Kangaroo watched a long time: butthe
other man was the unchangeable.
I dont quite believe that love is the one and only exclusive force ormystery of
living inspiration. Then make me believe in them and their generosity, he said
dryly.
The communicative soul is like the ass,you can lead him to the water, but you
cant make him drink.
Somers, who had dropped his face, hiding it as he spoke, watched theother man
from under his brows.
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