You squander half your force with women. You never really do what you should do, with a fine mind such as yours. Too much of you goes the other way.
Maybe it does... and too little of you goes tjat way, H, married or not. You can keep the purity and integrity of your mind, but its going damned dry.
It was fun. Instead of men kissing you, and touching you, they revealed their minds to you. It was great fun! But what cold minds.
Mick sat on tenterhooks, leaning forward in his chair, glaring at her almost hysterically: and whether he was more anxious out of vanity for her to say yes or whther he was more panic stricken for.fear that she should say yes, who can tell.
She was stunned by this unexpected piece of brutality, at the moment when she was glowing with a sort of pleasure beyond words, a sort of love for him.
It killed somehting in her. She had not been so very keen on Mick, till he started it, she did not want him. It was as if she never positively wanted him. But once he had started her, it seemed only natural for her to come to her own crisis woth hom. Almost she had loved him for it...
Perhaps instictively he knew it, and that was why he had to bring the whole show with a smash, the house of cards.
It was her youth which rebelled. These men seemed so old and cold. Everthing seemed so old and cold. And Mick let one down so, he was no good. the men didn't want one, they just didnt really want a woman, even Mick didn't. And the bounders who pretended they did, and started working the sex game, they were worse than ever.
Meanwhile you just lived on the there was nothing to it. She understood perfectly well why people had cocktail parties, and jazzed, and Charlestoned till they were ready to drop. You had to take it out some way or other, your youth, or it ate you up. But what a ghastly thing, this youth! You felt as old as Methuselah, and yet the thing fizzed somehow, and didnt let you be comfortable.