tumbled over his blue eyes。 He was so new and fresh and salt and
not of this world。
From Scarborough she went to her Uncle Toms。 Winifred had a
small baby; born at the end of the summer。 She had bee
strange and alien to Ursula。 There was an unmentionable reserve
between the two women。 Tom Brangwen was an attentive father; a
very domestic husband。 But there was something spurious about
his domesticity; Ursula did not like him any more。 Something
ugly; blatant in his nature had e out now; making him shift
everything over to a sentimental basis。 A materialistic
unbeliever; he carried it all off by being full of human
feeling; a warm; attentive host; a generous husband; a model
citizen。 And he was clever enough to rouse admiration
everywhere; and to take in his wife sufficiently。 She did not
love him。 She was glad to live in a state of placent
self…deception with him; she worked according to him。
Ursula was relieved to go home。 She had still two peaceful
years before her。 Her future was settled for two years。 She
returned to college to prepare for her final examination。
But during this year the glamour began to depart from
college。 The professors were not priests initiated into the deep
mysteries of life and knowledge。 After all; they were only
middle…men handling wares they had bee so accustomed to that
they were oblivious of them。 What was Latin?……So much dry
goods of knowledge。 What was the Latin class altogether but a
sort of second…hand curio shop; where one bought curios and
learned the market…value of curios; dull curios too; on the
whole。 She was as bored by the Latin curiosities as she was by
Chinese and Japanese curiosities in the antique shops。
〃Antiques〃……the very word made her soul fall flat and
dead。
The life went out of her studies; why; she did not know。 But
the whole thing seemed sham; spurious; spurious Gothic arches;
spurious peace; spurious Latinity; spurious dignity of France;
spurious naivete of Chaucer。 It was a second…hand dealers shop;
and one bought an equipment for an examination。 This was only a
little side…show to the factories of the town。 Gradually the
perception stole into her。 This was no religious retreat; no
perception of pure learning。 It was a little apprentice…shop
where one oney。 The college