‘Gérard, you are a great fool. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy
with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. ’
‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this
promising cue and adopting a mournful note. I’ve no name for it yet. The
true creative mind is always returning to battle; defeats are only temporary setbacks. She became more and more alive, not
so much to a system of ideas as to a big diffused impulse toward change, to a
great discontent with and criticism of life as it is lived, to a clamorous confusion
of ideas for reconstruction—reconstruction of the methods of business, of
economic development, of the rules of property, of the status of children, of the
clothing and feeding and teaching of every one; she developed a quite
exaggerated consciousness of a multitude of people going about the swarming
spaces of London with their minds full, their talk and gestures full, their very
clothing charged with the suggestion of the urgency of this pervasive project of
alteration.
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