seemed to balance her perfectly in opposition to himself, in their dual motion of walking. So, suddenly, he was liberated and perfect, strong, heroic.
Ursula had her nose out of joint.
He insists on my accepting God knows what in HIM,' she resumed. 'He wants me to accept HIM as—as an absolute—But it seems to me he doesn't want to GIVE anything. He doesn't want real warm intimacy—he won't have it—he rejects it. He won't let me think, really, and he won't let me FEEL—he hates feelings