till sometimes he was ready to perish for sheer inability to be
satisfied of her； inability to have had enough of her。
Their children became mere offspring to them； they lived in
the darkness and death of their own sensual activities。
Sometimes he felt he was going mad with a sense of Absolute
Beauty； perceived by him in her through his senses。 It was
something too much for him。 And in everything； was this same；
almost sinister； terrifying beauty。 But in the revelations of
her body through contact with his body； was the ultimate beauty；
to know which was almost death in itself； and yet for the
knowledge of which he would have undergone endless torture。 He
would have forfeited anything； anything； rather than forego his
right even to the instep of her foot； and the place from which
the toes radiated out； the little； miraculous white plain from
which ran the little hillocks of the toes； and the folded；
dimpling hollows between the toes。 He felt he would have died
rather than forfeit this。
This was what their love had bee； a sensuality violent and
extreme as death。 They had no conscious intimacy； no tenderness
of love。 It was all the lust and the infinite； maddening
intoxication of the sense； a passion of death。
He had always； all his life； had a secret dread of Absolute
Beauty。 It had always been like a fetish to him； something to
fear； really。 For it was immoral and against mankind。 So he had
turned to the Gothic form； which always asserted the broken
desire of mankind in its pointed arches； escaping the rolling；
absolute beauty of the round arch。
But now he had given way； and with infinite sensual violence
gave himself to the realization of this supreme； immoral；
Absolute Beauty； in the body of woman。 It seemed to him； that it
came to being in the body of woman； under his touch。 Under his
touch； even under his sight； it was there。 But when he neither
saw nor touched the perfect place； it was not perfect； it was
not there。 And he must make it exist。
But still the thing terrified him。 Awful and threatening it
was； dangerous to a degree； even whilst he gave himself to it。
It was pure darkness； also。 All the shameful things of the body
revealed themselves to him now with a sort of sinister； tropical
beauty。 All the shameful； natural and unnatural acts of sensual
voluptuousness which he and the woman partook of together；
created together； they had their heavy beauty and their delight。
Shame； what was it？ It was part of extreme delight。 It was that
part of delight of which man is usually afraid。 Why afraid？ The
secret； shameful things are most terribly beautiful。
They accepted shame； and were one with it in their most
unlicensed pleasures。 It was incorporated。 It was a bud that
blossomed into beauty and heavy； fundamental gratification。
Their outward life went on much the same； but the inward life
was revolutionized。 The children became less important； the
parents were absorbed in their own living。
And gradually； Brangwen began to find himself free to attend
to the outside life as well。 His intimate life was so violently
active； that it set another man in him free。 And this new man
turned with interest to public life； to see what part he could
take in it。 This would give him scope for new activity； activity
of a kind for which he was now created and released。 He wanted
to be unanimous with the whole of purposive mankind。
At this time Education was in the forefront as a subject of
interest。 There was the talk of new Swedish methods； of handwork
instruction； and so on。 Brangwen embraced sincerely the idea of
handwork in schools。 For the first time； he began to take real
interest in a public affair。 He had at length； from his profound
sensual activity； developed a real purposive self。
There was talk of night…schools； and of handicraft classes。
He wanted to start a woodwork class in Cossethay； to teach
carpentry and joinery and wood…carving to the village boys； two
nights a week。 This seemed to him a supremely desirable thing to
be doing。 His pay would be very little……and when he had it；
he spent it all on extra wood and tools。 But he was very happy
and keen in his new public spirit。
He started his night…classes in woodwork when he was thirty
years old。 By this time he had five children； the last a boy。
But boy or girl mattered very little to him。 He had a natural
blood…affection for his children； and he liked them as they
turned up： boys or girls。 Only he was fondest of Ursula。
Somehow； she seemed to be at the back of his new night…school
venture。
The house by the yew trees was in connection with the great
human endeavour at last。 It gained a new vigour thereby。
To Ursula； a child of eight； the increase in magic was
considerable。 She heard all the talk； she saw the parish room
fitted up as a workshop。 The parish room was a high； stone；
barn…like； ecclesiastical building standing away by itself in
the Brangwens' second garden； across the lane。 She was always
attracted by its age and its stranded obsoleteness。 Now she
watched preparations made； she sat on the flight of stone steps
that came down from the porch to the garden； and heard her
father and the vicar talking and planning and working。 Then an
inspector came； a very strange man； and stayed talking with her
father all one evening。 Everything was settled； and twelve boys
enrolled their names。 It was very exciting。
But to Ursula； everything her father did was magic。 Whether
he came from Ilkeston with news of the town； whether he went
across to the church with his music or his tools on a sunny
evening； whether he sat in his white surplice at the organ on
Sundays； leading the singing with his strong tenor voice； or
whether he were in the workshop with the boys； he was always a
centre of magic and fascination to her； his voice； sounding out
in mand； cheerful； laconic； had always a twang in it that
sent a thrill over her blood； and hypnotized her。 She seemed to
run in the shadow of some dark； potent secret of which she would
not； of whose existence even she dared not bee conscious； it
cast such a spell over her； and so darkened her mind。
CHAPTER IX
THE MARSH AND THE FLOOD
There was always regular connection between the Yew Cottage
and the Marsh； yet the two households remained separate；
distinct。
After Anna's marriage； the Marsh became the home of the two
boys； Tom and Fred。 Tom was a rather short； good…looking youth；
with crisp black hair and long black eyelashes and soft； dark；
possessed eyes。 He had a quick intelligence。 From the High
School he went to London to study。 He had an instinct for
attracting people of character and energy。 He gave place
entirely to the other person； and at the same time kept himself
independent。 He scarcely existed except through other people。
When he was alone he was unresolved。 When he was with another
man； he seemed to add himself to the other； make the other
bigger than life size。 So that a few people loved him and
attained a sort of fulfilment in him。 He carefully chose these
few。
He had a subtle； quick； critical intelligence； a mind that
was like a scale or balance。 There was something of a woma