Gerald’s eyes narrowed uglily. School had been torture to him. Yet he had not questioned whether one should go through this torture. He seemed to believe in education through subjection and torment.

‘I hated it at the time, but I can see it was necessary,’ he said. ‘It brought me into line a bit — and you can’t live unless you do come into line somewhere.’

‘Well,’ said Birkin, ‘I begin to think that you can’t live unless you keep entirely out of the line. It’s no good trying to toe the line, when your one impulse is to smash up the line. Winnie is a special nature, and for special natures you must give a special world.’

‘Yes, but where’s your special world?’ said Gerald.