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Virginia Woolf: The Voyage Out19. Chapter XIX (continued)Helen smiled as if she rather enjoyed the attack. "Well?" she enquired. "It seems to me bad--that's all," Rachel replied. "Quite likely," said Helen. At any other time Rachel would probably have been silenced by her Aunt's candour; but this afternoon she was not in the mood to be silenced by any one. A quarrel would be welcome. "You're only half alive," she continued. "Is that because I didn't accept Mr. Flushing's invitation?" Helen asked, "or do you always think that?" At the moment it appeared to Rachel that she had always seen the same faults in Helen, from the very first night on board the Euphrosyne, in spite of her beauty, in spite of her magnanimity and their love. "Oh, it's only what's the matter with every one!" she exclaimed. "No one feels--no one does anything but hurt. I tell you, Helen, the world's bad. It's an agony, living, wanting--" Here she tore a handful of leaves from a bush and crushed them to control herself. "The lives of these people," she tried to explain, the aimlessness, the way they live. One goes from one to another, and it's all the same. One never gets what one wants out of any of them." Her emotional state and her confusion would have made her an easy prey if Helen had wished to argue or had wished to draw confidences. But instead of talking she fell into a profound silence as they walked on. Aimless, trivial, meaningless, oh no--what she had seen at tea made it impossible for her to believe that. The little jokes, the chatter, the inanities of the afternoon had shrivelled up before her eyes. Underneath the likings and spites, the comings together and partings, great things were happening-- terrible things, because they were so great. Her sense of safety was shaken, as if beneath twigs and dead leaves she had seen the movement of a snake. It seemed to her that a moment's respite was allowed, a moment's make-believe, and then again the profound and reasonless law asserted itself, moulding them all to its liking, making and destroying. This is page 274 of 389. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of The Voyage Out at Amazon.com
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