They are like serpents trying to swallow themselves because they
are hungry。〃
Ursula was introduced by her friend to various women and men；
educated； unsatisfied people； who still moved within the smug
provincial society as if they were nearly as tame as their
outward behaviour showed； but who were inwardly raging and
mad。
It was a strange world the girl was swept into； like a chaos；
like the end of the world。 She was too young to understand it
all。 Yet the inoculation passed into her； through her love for
her mistress。
The examination came； and then school was over。 It was the
long vacation。 Winifred Inger went away to London。 Ursula was
left alone in Cossethay。 A terrible； outcast； almost poisonous
despair possessed her。 It was no use doing anything； or being
anything。 She had no connection with other people。 Her lot was
isolated and deadly。 There was nothing for her anywhere； but
this black disintegration。 Yet； within all the great attack of
disintegration upon her； she remained herself。 It was the
terrible core of all her suffering； that she was always herself。
Never could she escape that： she could not put off being
herself。
She still adhered to Winifred Inger。 But a sort of nausea was
ing over her。 She loved her mistress。 But a heavy； clogged
sense of deadness began to gather upon her； from the other