Winifred seemed to delight in having Ursula in her charge； in
giving things to the girl； in filling and enrichening her
life。
So that Ursula developed rapidly during the few months of her
intimacy with her mistress。 Winifred had had a scientific
education。 She had known many clever people。 She wanted to bring
Ursula to her own position of thought。
They took religion and rid it of its dogmas； its falsehoods。
Winifred humanized it all。 Gradually it dawned upon Ursula that
all the religion she knew was but a particular clothing to a
human aspiration。 The aspiration was the real thing；……the
clothing was a matter almost of national taste or need。 The
Greeks had a naked Apollo； the Christians a white…robed Christ；
the Buddhists a royal prince； the Egyptians their Osiris。
Religions were local and religion was universal。 Christianity
was a local branch。 There was as yet no assimilation of local
religions into universal religion。
In religion there were the two great motives of fear and
love。 The motive of fear was as great as the motive of love。
Christianity accepted crucifixion to escape from fear； 〃Do your
worst to me； that I may have no more fear of the worst。〃 But
that which was feared was not necessarily all evil； and that
which was loved not necessarily all good。 Fear shall bee
reverence； and reverence is submission in identification； love
shall bee triumph； and triumph is delight in
identification。
So much she talked of religion； getting the gist of many
writings。 In philosophy she was brought to the conclusion that
the human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good。
Truth does not lie beyond humanity； but is one of the products
of the human mind and feeling。 There is really nothing to fear。
The motive of fear in religion is base； and must be left to the
ancient worshippers of power； worship of Moloch。
We do not worship power； in our enlightened souls。 Power is
degenerated to money and Napoleonic stupidity。
Ursula could not help dreaming of Moloch。 Her God was not
mild and gentle； neither Lamb nor Dove。 He was the lion and the
eagle。 Not because the lion and the eagle had power； but because
they were proud and strong； they were themselves； they were not
passive subjects of some shepherd； or pets of some loving woman；
or sacrifices of some priest。 She was weary to death of mild；
passive lambs and monotonous doves。 If the lamb might lie down
with the lion； it would be a great honour to the lamb； but the
lion's powerful heart would suffer no diminishing。 She loved the
dignity and self…possession of lions。
She did not see how lambs could love。 Lambs could only be
loved。 They could only be afraid； and tremblingly submit to
fear； and bee sacrificial； or they could submit to love； and
bee beloveds。 In both they were passive。 Raging； destructive
lovers； seeking the moment when fear is greatest； and triumph is
greatest； the fear not greater than the triumph； the triumph not
greater than the fear； these were no lambs nor doves。 She
stretched her own limbs like a lion or a wild horse； her heart
was relentless in its desires。 It would suffer a thousand
deaths； but it would still be a lion's heart when it rose from
death； a fiercer lion she would be； a surer； knowing herself
different from and separate from the great； conflicting universe
that was not herself。
Winifred Inger was also interested in the Women's
Movement。
〃The men will do no more；……they have lost the capacity
for doing；〃 said the elder girl。 〃They fuss and talk； but they
are really inane。 They make everything fit into an old； inert
idea。 Love is a dead idea to them。 They don't e to one and
love one； they e to an idea； and they say 'You are my idea；'
so they embrace themselves。 As if I were any man's idea！ As if I
exist because a man has an idea of me！ As if I will be betrayed
by him； lend him my body as an instrument for his idea； to be a
mere apparatus of his dead theory。 But they are too fussy to be
able to act； they are all impotent； they can't take a
woman。 They e to their own idea every time； and take that。
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
woman's contact。 And sometimes she thought Winifred was ugly；
clayey。 Her female hips seemed big and earthy； her ankles and
her arms were too thick。 She wanted some fine intensity； instead
of this heavy cleaving of moist clay； that cleaves because it
has no life of its own。
Winifred still loved Ursula。 She had a passion for the fine
flame of the girl； she served her endlessly； would have done
anything for her。
〃e with me to London；〃 she pleaded to the girl。 〃I will
make it nice for you；……you shall do lots of things you will
enjoy。〃
〃No；〃 said Ursula； stubbornly and dully。 〃No； I don't want to
go to London； I want to be by myself。〃
Winifred knew what this meant。 She knew that Ursula was
beginning to reject her。 The fine； unquenchable flame of the
younger girl would consent no more to mingle with the perverted
life of the elder woman。 Winifred knew it would e。 But she
too was proud。 At the bottom of her was a black pit of despair。
She knew perfectly well that Ursula would cast her off。
And that seemed like the end of her life。 But she was too
hopeless to rage。 Wisely； economizing what was left of Ursula's
love； she went away to London； leaving the beloved girl
alone。
And after a fortnight； Ursula's letters became tender again；
loving。 Her Uncle Tom had invited her to go and stay with him。
He was managing a big； new colliery in Yorkshire。 Would Winifred
e too？
For now Ursula was imagining marriage for Winifred。 She
wanted her to marry her Uncle Tom。 Winifred knew this。 She said
she would e to Wiggiston。 She would now let fate do as it
liked with her； since there was nothing remaining to be done。
Tom Brangwen also saw Ursula's intention。 He too was at the end
of his desires。 He had done the things he h