小说园

第64部分（第6页）

passive　subjects　of　some　shepherd；　or　pets　of　some　loving　woman；

or　sacrifices　of　some　priest。　She　was　weary　to　death　of　mild；

passive　lambs　and　monotonous　doves。　If　the　lamb　might　lie　down

with　the　lion；　it　would　be　a　great　honour　to　the　lamb；　but　the

lions　powerful　heart　would　suffer　no　diminishing。　She　loved　the

dignity　and　self…possession　of　lions。

She　did　not　see　how　lambs　could　love。　Lambs　could　only　be

loved。　They　could　only　be　afraid；　and　tremblingly　submit　to

fear；　and　bee　sacrificial；　or　they　could　submit　to　love；　and

bee　beloveds。　In　both　they　were　passive。　Raging；　destructive

lovers；　seeking　the　moment　when　fear　is　greatest；　and　triumph　is

greatest；　the　fear　not　greater　than　the　triumph；　the　triumph　not

greater　than　the　fear；　these　were　no　lambs　nor　doves。　She

stretched　her　own　limbs　like　a　lion　or　a　wild　horse；　her　heart

was　relentless　in　its　desires。　It　would　suffer　a　thousand

deaths；　but　it　would　still　be　a　lions　heart　when　it　rose　from

death；　a　fiercer　lion　she　would　be；　a　surer；　knowing　herself

different　from　and　separate　from　the　great；　conflicting　universe

that　was　not　herself。

Winifred　Inger　was　also　interested　in　the　Womens

Movement。

〃The　men　will　do　no　more；……they　have　lost　the　capacity

for　doing；〃　said　the　elder　girl。　〃They　fuss　and　talk；　but　they

are　really　inane。　They　make　everything　fit　into　an　old；　inert

idea。　Love　is　a　dead　idea　to　them。　They　dont　e　to　one　and

love　one；　they　e　to　an　idea；　and　they　say　You　are　my　idea；

so　they　embrace　themselves。　As　if　I　were　any　mans　idea！　As　if　I

exist　because　a　man　has　an　idea　of　me！　As　if　I　will　be　betrayed

by　him；　lend　him　my　body　as　an　instrument　for　his　idea；　to　be　a

mere　apparatus　of　his　dead　theory。　But　they　are　too　fussy　to　be

able　to　act；　they　are　all　impotent；　they　cant　take　a

woman。　They　e　to　their　own　idea　every　time；　and　take　that。

They　are　like　serpents　trying　to　swallow　themselves　because　they