Women in Love

Gudrun shrugged her shoulders. 'FE M'EN FICHE of your Paradise!' she

said.

'Not being a Mohammedan,' said Gerald. Birkin sat motionless, driving

the car, quite unconscious of what they said. And Gudrun, sitting

immediately behind him, felt a sort of ironic pleasure in thus exposing

him.

'He says,' she added, with a grimace of irony, 'that you can find an

eternal equilibrium in marriage, if you accept the unison, and still

leave yourself separate, don't try to fuse.' 'Doesn't inspire me,' said Gerald.

'That's just it,' said Gudrun.

'I believe in love, in a real ABANDON, if you're capable of it,' said

Gerald.

'So do I,' said she.

'And so does Rupert, too--though he is always shouting.' 'No,' said Gudrun. 'He won't abandon himself to the other person. You

can't be sure of him. That's the trouble I think.' 'Yet he wants marriage! Marriage--ET PUIS?' 'Le paradis!' mocked Gudrun.

Birkin, as he drove, felt a creeping of the spine, as if somebody was

threatening his neck. But he shrugged with indifference. It began to

rain. Here was a change. He stopped the car and got down to put up the

hood.