sisters who insisted on the burial in England. Birkin wanted to leave the dead man in the Alps, near the snow. But the family was strident, loudly insistent.
Gudrun went to Dresden. She wrote no particulars of herself. Ursula stayed at the Mill with Birkin for a week or two. They were both very quiet.
"Did you need Gerald?" she asked one evening.
"Yes," he said.
"Aren't I enough for you?" she asked.
"No," he said. "You are enough for me, as far as a woman is concerned. You are all women to me. But I wanted a man friend, as eternal as you and I are eternal."
"Why aren't I enough?" she said. "You are enough for me. I don’t want anybody else but you. Why isn't it the same with you?"
"Having you, I can live all my life without anybody else, any other sheer intimacy. But to make it complete, really happy, I wanted eternal union with a man too: another kind of love," he said.
"I don't believe it," she said. "It's an obstinacy, a theory, a perversity."
"Well—" he said.
"You can't have two kinds of love. Why should you!"
"It seems as if I can't," he said. "Yet I wanted it."
"You can't have it, because it's wrong, impossible," she said.
"I don’t believe that," he answered.
