Women in Love

We're going to see that wedding.

But you haven't been home five minutes.

You don't have a wedding every day,

do you?

Now, look, Gudrun.

Your Aunt Jessie's coming to lunch

and you haven't seen her for two years.

Now why don't you stay?

Two more days won't make much

difference, now, will it? Come on.

It's a Crich wedding, Mum.

- Ursula...

- Mm...

Do you really not want to get married?

I don't know.

- Depends how you mean.

- It usually means one thing.

Wouldn't you be in a better position,

if you were married?

I might be. I'm not sure, really.

You don't think one needs

the experience of having been married?

Oh, Gudrun, do you really think

it need be an experience?

It's bound to be. Possibly undesirable,

but it is bound to be an experience

of some sort.

Not really.

More likely to be the end of experience.

- Morning, Miss Brangwen.

- Morning.

Yes, of course, there is that to consider.

Hurry, Tibby, for God's sake.

We really are late.

Here. Got it?

Gerald's going to blame me for this,

you know.

- Where's Birkin?

- With the groom. He's late.

Whoa, there! Steady!

- Hello, Gerald.

- Winifred.

- Hello, Hermione.

- Mother.

Good morning, Christiana.

It's such bad form for the groom

to be late. Gerald'll be furious.

Oh, don't worry about that. Something

unconventional will do that family good.

Laura's not going to run away,

you know. If you're late, you're late.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Father.

Hallo, Laura.

Tibby!

What a spectacle.

Does it hurt your sense of family pride?

Yes, it does, rather. Do something

properly or don't bother to do it at all.

But it's a masterpiece of good form.

It's the hardest thing in the world,

to act spontaneously,

on one's impulses,

and it's the only gentlemanly thing to do.

Provided you're fit enough to do it.

- Do you expect me to take you seriously?

- Yes, Gerald.

You're one of the very few people

I do expect that of.

- Hello, Hermione.

- What made you late?

The groom would talk about

the immortality of the soul.

And he hadn't got a buttonhook.

"Immortality of the soul"?

More appropriate for an execution,

I should've thought,

than for a wedding.

Perhaps it would be nice,

if a man came along.

I mean, I wouldn't go out of my way

to look for him,

but if there should happen along

a highly attractive individual,

with sufficient means...well...

Oh, don't you find yourself

getting bored with everything?

Everything fails to materialise.

Nothing materialises.

Everything withers in the bud.

Everything.

Frightening.

Do you hope to get anywhere,

by just marrying?

Hm...well...

It seems the inevitable next step.

'But you see...it's just impossible.

'The man makes it impossible.'

'Now, sometimes,

catkins are called lamb's-tails.'

Don't you think they look rather like them?

So lovely and tiny.

Soft...

Sorry, did I startle you?

I thought you'd heard me come in.

No...

You're doing catkins!

Are they as far out as this already?

I hadn't noticed them this year.

'It's the fact you want to

emphasise, not the impression.'

And what's the fact?

Red little spiky stigmas

of the female flower...

dangling yellow male catkin...

yellow pollen flying from one to the other.

'Make a pictorial record of the fact.

'As you do when you're drawing a face.'

Two eyes, nose, mouth with teeth...

I've been waiting for you for so long...

I thought I'd come and see

what a school inspector does

when he's on duty.

How do you do, Miss Brangwen?

Do you mind my coming in?

No.

Are you sure?

What are you doing?

- Catkins.

- Really?

What do you learn about them?

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