Rupert Birkin:
It almost breaks my heart. My beloved country. It had something to express, even when it made this chair. Now all we can do is to fish amongst rubbish heaps... for remnants of the old expression. There's no production in us anymore... just sordid and foul mechanicalness.
Ursula Brangwen:
I hate your past. I'm sick of it.
Rupert Birkin:
Not as sick as I am of the accursed present.
Ursula Brangwen:
Well, I don't want the past to take its place. I don't want old things.
Rupert Birkin:
The truth is, we don't want things at all. The thought of a house and furniture of my own is hateful to me.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:24