That which is expressed, and that which is to be expressed, cannot be diminished. There it is, in the shining evening. Let mankind pass away — time it did. The creative utterances will not cease, they will only be there. Humanity doesn’t embody the utterance of the incomprehensible any more. Humanity is a dead letter. There will be a new embodiment, in a new way. Let humanity disappear as quick as possible.’

Gerald interrupted him by asking,

‘Where are you staying in London?’

Birkin looked up.

‘With a man in Soho. I pay part of the rent of a flat, and stop there when I like.’

‘Good idea — have a place more or less your own,’ said Gerald.