Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 11 Page 30

‘You know,’ he said, ‘that I am having rooms here at the mill? Don’t you think we can have some good times?’

‘Oh are you?’ she said, ignoring all his implication of admitted intimacy.

He adjusted himself at once, became normally distant.

‘If I find I can live sufficiently by myself,’ he continued, ‘I shall give up my work altogether. It has become dead to me. I don’t believe in the humanity I pretend to be part of, I don’t care a straw for the social ideals I live by, I hate the dying organic form of social mankind — so it can’t be anything but trumpery, to work at education. I shall drop it as soon as I am clear enough — tomorrow perhaps — and be by myself.’