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face,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], void, peaked, abstracted almost into meaninglessness by the weight of sensation beneath. He saw the Pussum in it. As in a dream, he knew her.`Why is it art?' Gerald asked, shocked, resentful.`It conveys a complete truth,' said Birkin. `It contains the whole truth of that state, whatever you feel about it.'`But you can't call it high art,' said Gerald.`High! There are centuries and hundreds of centuries of development in a straight line, behind that carving; it is an awful pitch of culture, of a definite sort.'`What culture?' Gerald asked, in opposition. He hated the sheer African thing.`Pure culture in sensation, culture in the physical consciousness, really ultimate physical consciousness, mindless, utterly sensual. It is so sensual as to be final, supreme.'But Gerald resented it. He wanted to keep certain illusions, certain ideas like clothing.`You like the wrong things, Rupert,' he said, `things against yourself.'`Oh, I know, this isn't everything,' Birkin replied,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], moving away.When Gerald went back to his room from the bath, he also carried his clothes. He was so conventional at home, that when he was really away, and on the loose, as now, he enjoyed nothing so much as full outrageousness. So he strode with his blue silk wrap over his arm and felt defiant.The Pussum lay in her bed, motionless, her round,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], dark eyes like black,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], unhappy pools. He could only see the black, bottomless pools of her eyes. Perhaps she suffered. The sensation of her inchoate suffering roused
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