‘You think we ought to break up this life, just start and let fly?’ he asked.
‘This life. Yes I do. We’ve
got to bust it completely, or
shrivel inside it, as in a tight skin.
For it won’t expand any
more.’
There was a queer little smile in
Gerald’s eyes, a look of
amusement, calm and curious.
‘And how do you propose to
begin? I suppose you mean,
reform the whole order of society?’ he
asked.
Birkin had a slight, tense frown
between the brows. He
too was impatient of the conversation.
‘I don’t propose at all,’
he replied. ‘When we really want
to go for something better, we
shall smash the old. Until
then, any sort of proposal, or making
proposals, is no more
than a tiresome game for self-important
people.
D. H. Lawrence, Women in Love
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