Chapter VIII
Why can't men and women really like each other these days? Connie asked Tommy Dukes how much he was her prophet.
Oh, but they really like it! I don't think there has been a time since the creation of humanity when men and women liked each other as much as they do today. Really like! Take ...... myselfI really like women more than men; They are braver, and we can be more comfortable with them. ”
Connie pondered.
Oh, yes, but you've never had anything to do with a woman! She said.
I didn't? Isn't what I'm doing right now just having an honest conversation with a woman? ”
yes, the conversation ......”
If you're a man, what else can I do but talk to you completely and honestly? ”
Maybe not. But a woman ......”
A woman needs someone to like, she needs someone to talk to her, and at the same time, she needs someone to love her and want her. In my opinion, these two things are mutually exclusive. ”
However, they should not be mutually exclusive! ”
Undoubtedly, the water should not be so wet; It's too humid. But it's just so wet! I like women and talk to them, so I don't love them and don't want them. In my case, these two things did not happen at the same time. ”
I think they should all happen at the same time. ”
All right. I don't want to know the fact that things should be something else, not the way they are. ”
Connie thought for a moment. "No," she said, "a man can love women and talk to them." I couldn't figure out how men could love them without talking, being friendly, being intimate. How could they do that? ”
That," he said, "I don't know." What's the use of asking me to generalize? I only know my own situation. I like women, but I don't want them. I love talking to them; But conversation, though it made me intimate in one direction, definitely separated me from them in the matter of kissing. You know what I mean! But don't take me as a general example, maybe I'm just a special case: I'm one of the kind of men who like women but don't love them, and if they force me to pretend to be in love, or pretend to be glue, I'll hate them. ”
But doesn't that make you feel sad? ”
Why be sad? I'm not sad at all! I looked at Charlie May and the other men ......No, I don't envy them at all! If fate gives me the woman I need, that's great. But I never knew which woman I wanted, and I never saw such a ......Alas, I think I'm too cold; But I do like some women. ”
So do you like me? ”
Loved it! You see, there's no question of kissing between us, is there? ”
It really doesn't exist," Connie said, "but shouldn't it exist?" ”
For God's sake, why? I love Clifford, but how would you feel if I went to kiss him? ”
But isn't that a difference? ”
In our opinion, the difference is in **? We are all rational and judgmental people, whether we are male or female. Do you want me to start that kind of ostentatious sexual behavior like the men of continental Europe now? ”
I'd hate that. ”
Well, let me tell you, if I were a man through and through, I would never meet a woman of my kind. But I don't feel lonely without her, I just like women. Who would force me to love or pretend to love them, and start a game? ”
No, I wouldn't. Isn't that a bit of a problem, though? ”
You might feel that way, but I don't. ”
Yes, I feel that something is not right between men and women. Women are no longer attractive to men. ”
Does a man have a woman? ”
She thought about it. Not much, either. She said honestly.
Then let's leave that alone, we just need to get along with each other decently and simply like people. Those contrived sexual urges, it, I hate these things! ”
Connie knew he was right. However, his words made her feel so hopeless, hopeless and confused. She feels like a little straw in a bleak pond, what is her meaning? What's the meaning of anything?
It was her youth that rebelled. The men were old and cold. Everything looks so old, so cold. Again, this is how Miklis is disappointing; He's useless. These men don't want women; Hmph, they just don't really want a woman, not even Michaelis.
And those dog stuff that pretends to want women, those guys who play the ** game, they're terrible.
It's pathetic, and you still have to deal with it. It's true, men don't really have any real charm for women anymore: if you can fool yourself and think that they are still attractive, just as Connie deceived herself and fantasized about Micles, then you are doing your best. Yet at the same time, you are just alive and living with nothing. She now fully understands why people are throwing cocktail parties, jazz dancing, and Charleston dancing until they burn out. Because you have to let your youth vent in one way or another. Otherwise, it will devour you. How terrible this youth is! You feel like Methuselah.
On a bad day, she went for a walk alone in the woods, strenuously walking, not noticing anything, not even knowing where she was. A gunshot not far away woke her up and sparked her nameless fire.
Then, as she walked forward, she heard a voice and stepped back. Someone! She didn't want to meet anyone. But her sensitive ears caught another voice, and she became alert; It was a kid sobbing. She immediately listened attentively; Someone is abusing a child. She staggered down the wet driveway, furious. She's ready to have a hard time.
Turning the corner, she saw two men in front of her: the gamekeeper, and a little girl in a purple coat and a twill hat, who was crying.
Hey, don't cry, it's this little bunny! Hearing the man's angry voice, the child cried even louder.
Connie strode closer, anger in her eyes. The man turned to look at her and saluted coldly. His face turned pale with anger.
What's going on? Why is she crying? Connie asked categorically, but a little out of breath.
A mocking sneer crossed the man's face. "Well, I'll have to ask herself. He replied coldly, with a thick local accent.
Connie felt as if he had slapped him, and her face changed with anger. She looked at him hostilely, her dark blue eyes blazing with indifference.
I'm asking you. She gasped.
He raised his hat and bowed to her in an odd way. "Yes, ma'am," he said. Then he said again in tongues, "But I don't tell Nai." He looked like a soldier, which was incomprehensible, but his face turned pale with anger.
Connie turned to the child. It was a nine- or ten-year-old girl with a ruddy face and jet-black hair. "What's going on, dear? Tell me why you're crying? Connie asked in a sweet tone that usually works. The child sobbed even harder. Connie was more gentle.
Alright, alright, stop crying! Tell me how they bullied you! ”…The tone was extremely cordial. At this moment she fumbled in the pocket of her knitted jacket and luckily touched a sixpence.
Don't cry anymore! She said, bending down in front of the child, "Look, I have something for you!" ”
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The little girl sobbed and sniffled, and removed her fist from her swollen face, a clever black gaze glancing at Sixpence. She continued to sob, but eased a lot. "Alright, alright, tell me what's wrong, tell me! Connie said as she put the money in the child's chubby little hands, and the child's little hands grabbed the money.
That's ......That's ......For the cats! ”
A low whimper brought a twitch.
* Cats, dear? ”
After a moment of silence, the little fist holding the sixpence pointed shyly at a bush of thorns.
There! Connie looked over there, and yes, there was indeed a big black cat with a little puddle of blood on it, and it was lying there horribly.
Oh! She cried out in disgust.
A poacher, ma'am. The man said mockingly.
She glanced at him angrily. "No wonder the child cries," she said, "because you shot her in front of her." No wonder she cries! ”
He stared into Connie's eyes, with clear contempt and no hiding of his emotions. Connie's face flushed again; She felt like she had been lashing out and that this person was disrespecting her.
What is your name? She playfully asked the little girl, "Will you tell me your name?" ”
The child sniffed, then contrivedly screamed, "Connie Myles! ”
Connie Myles! Oh, what a name! Did you come out with your dad? He shot the cat, didn't he? That cat is a bad cat, though! ”
The child looked at her, scrutinizing her with bold dark eyes, and wondering how much she mourned for the cat.
I was going to stay with my grandmother. The girl said.
Is it? Where's your grandmother? ”
The child raised his arm and pointed to the bottom of the road: "In that farmhouse." ”
In the farmhouse! Do you want to go back to her? ”
The lingering sobs made a sudden convulsion, "Go! ”
Come with me, I'll take you, okay? I'll take you back to Grandma, okay? So that Dad can do what he has to do. She turned to the man and said, "This is your child, isn't it?" ”
He saluted. He moved his head slightly, indicating affirmation.
I thought, I can take her to that hut, right? Connie asked.
If you will, ma'am. ”
Once again, he glanced directly into her eyes with that calm, ** detached gaze. A very loner man, very assertive.
Come with me to the farmhouse, to your grandmother's, okay, dear? ”
The little girl screamed again, "Good! ”
Connie didn't like her; This is a spoiled little girl, very contrived. Despite this, she wiped her face and took her hand. The Keeper of the Hunting Ground saluted silently.
Good bye! Connie said.
It was almost a mile to the farmhouse, and by the time the gamekeeper's picturesque farmhouse came into view, Big Connie was already annoyed by Well-Being. The kid was full of tricks like a little monkey, and he was so calm.
The door to the farmhouse was open, and the sound inside could be heard. As Connie wandered, the child had withdrawn her hand and ran into the house.
Grandmother! Grandmother! ”
Why, you're back! ”
Grandmother was smearing black lead on the stove and it was a Saturday morning. She walked to the door with a coarse cloth apron in her hand and a black lead brush in her hand, black dots sticking to her nose. She was a skinny old woman, a little shriveled.
Ah, what's wrong? When she saw Connie standing outside the door, she hurriedly wiped her face with her arm as she spoke.
Good morning! Connie said, "The little girl was crying, so I brought her back." The grandmother quickly turned to look at the child: "Hey, where is your father?" ”
The girl grabbed her grandmother's skirt and laughed stupidly.
He was over there," said Connie, "and he killed a feral cat and scared the child." ”
Oh, I shouldn't bother you like that, Lady Chatterley, really! You're great, but you shouldn't be bothered like that. Look, did you see it? The old woman turned to the child again, "What a good Lady Chatterley, don't take the trouble to bring you here!" Oops, I really shouldn't have bothered her like this! ”
Nothing was too much trouble, just a walk. Connie said with a smile.
Hey, I'll just say you're a good person, I have to say it! So, is she crying? I knew they wouldn't be able to go far before something happened. The boy was afraid of him, terribly afraid. In her eyes, he was almost a stranger, so strange that I don't think they got along so easily. Her dad was weird. ”
Connie didn't know what to say.
Look, grandma! The child laughed again.
The old woman looked at the sixpence in the girl's hand.
Oh, and gave sixpence back! Madame, don't be like this, don't be like this. Look how good Lady Chatterley has been to you! Heck, you've got some luck this morning! ”
She pronounced the word "Chatterley" like everyone else - how good Lady Charley was to you! Connie couldn't help but look at the old woman's nose, and the old woman wiped her face casually with the back of her wrist, but the black dot remained on her nose.
Connie shifted to ...... walk
Ah, thank you so much, Madame Charley, really. Say thank you, Mrs. Charley? —The last sentence is addressed to children.
Thank you. The child screamed.
What a good boy! Connie smiled and said "goodbye" before she walked away, feeling a lot lighter when she was gone. It was strange, she thought, that a thin and proud man could have such a thin and shrewd mother.
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