Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 15
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Hesatthereinthehut,hisfacepulledtomockingirony.Yeteventhen,hehadoneearsetbackwards,listeningtothestormoverthewood.Itmadehimfeelsoalone.
’Butwon’titevercometoanend?’shesaid.
’Ay,itwill.It’llachieveitsownsalvation.Whenthelastrealmaniskilled,andthey’realltame:white,black,yellow,allcoloursoftameones:thenthey’llallbeinsane.Becausetherootofsanityisintheballs.Thenthey’llallbeinsane,andthey’llmaketheirgrandautodafe.Youknowautodafemeansactoffaith?Ay,well,they’llmaketheirowngrandlittleactoffaith.They’llofferoneanotherup.’
’Youmeankilloneanother?’
’Ido,duckie!Ifwegoonatourpresentratetheninahundredyears’timetherewon’tbetenthousandpeopleinthisisland:theremaynotbeten.They’llhavelovinglywipedeachotherout.’Thethunderwasrollingfurtheraway.
’Hownice!’shesaid.
’Quitenice!Tocontemplatetheexterminationofthehumanspeciesandthelongpausethatfollowsbeforesomeotherspeciescropsup,itcalmsyoumorethananythingelse.Andifwegooninthisway,witheverybody,intellectuals,artists,government,industrialistsandworkersallfranticallykillingoffthelasthumanfeeling,thelastbitoftheirintuition,thelasthealthyinstinct;ifitgoesoninalgebraicalprogression,asitisgoingon:thenta-tah!tothehumanspecies!Goodbye!darling!theserpentswallowsitselfandleavesavoid,considerablymessedup,butnothopeless.
