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Chapter 13
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Shemadeherplansforthenight,anddeterminedtogetCliffordoffhermind.Shedidn’twanttohatehim.Shedidn’twanttobemixedupveryintimatelywithhiminanysortoffeeling.Shewantedhimnottoknowanythingatallaboutherself:andespecially,nottoknowanythingaboutherfeelingforthekeeper.Thissquabbleofherattitudetotheservantswasanoldone.Hefoundhertoofamiliar,shefoundhimstupidlyinsentient,toughandindiarubberywhereotherpeoplewereconcerned.
Shewentdownstairscalmly,withherolddemurebearing,atdinner-time.Hewasstillyellowatthegills:inforoneofhisliverbouts,whenhewasreallyveryqueer.--HewasreadingaFrenchbook.
’HaveyoueverreadProust?’heaskedher.
’I’vetried,butheboresme.’
’He’sreallyveryextraordinary.’
’Possibly!Butheboresme:allthatsophistication!Hedoesn’thavefeelings,heonlyhasstreamsofwordsaboutfeelings.I’mtiredofself-importantmentalities.’
’Wouldyoupreferself-importantanimalities?’
’Perhaps!Butonemightpossiblygetsomethingthatwasn’tself-important.’
’Well,IlikeProust’ssubtletyandhiswell-bredanarchy.’
’Itmakesyouverydead,really.’
’Therespeaksmyevangelicallittlewife.’
Theywereatitagain,atitagain!Butshecouldn’thelpfightinghim.Heseemedtosittherelikeaskeleton,sendingoutaskeleton’scoldgrizzlywillagainsther.Almostshecouldfeeltheskeletonclutchingherandpressinghertoitscageofribs.Hetoowasreallyupinarms:andshewasalittleafraidofhim
