Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 16 Page 18

Gerald looked closely at his friend. The eyes of the two men met, and an unspoken understanding was exchanged.

Gerald narrowed his eyes, his face was cool and unscrupulous as he looked at Birkin, impersonally, with a vision that ended in a point in space, strangely keen-eyed and yet blind.

‘If death isn’t the point,’ he said, in a strangely abstract, cold, fine voice — ’what is?’ He sounded as if he had been found out.

‘What is?’ re-echoed Birkin. And there was a mocking silence.

‘There’s long way to go, after the point of intrinsic death, before we disappear,’ said Birkin.

‘There is,’ said Gerald. ‘But what sort of way?’