'Of course,' she said easily, 'there is a quality of life in Birkin which is quite remarkable. There is an extraordinary rich spring of life in him, really amazing, the way he can give himself to things. But there are so many things in life that he simply doesn't know. Either he is not aware of their existence at all, or he dismisses them as merely negligible—things which are vital to the other person. In a way, he is not clever enough, he is too intense in spots.'
'Yes,' cried Ursula, 'too much of a preacher. He is really a priest.'
'Exactly! He can't hear what anybody else has to say—he simply cannot hear. His own voice is so loud.'
'Yes. He cries you down.'
'He cries you down,' repeated Gudrun.
