I’ve finally made an online portfolio of my photos:
Along with my favourites and your favourites I’ve also uploaded for the first time the album from my trip to America. You will be the first ones to see the edited set! I’m only allowed 5 pages on the free version so I hope you all like my edit :) I will be updating it regularly so please keep checking back. I don’t mind you reblogging and sharing if you like it so please do! :)
Gerald also looked now at the country. And Birkin, who, for some reason was now tired and dispirited, said to him :
"I always feel doomed when the train is running into London. I feel such a despair, so hopeless, as if it were the end of the world."
“Really!” said Gerald. “And does the end of the world frighten you?”
Birkin lifted his shoulders in a slow shrug.
“I don’t know,” he said. “It does while it hangs imminent and doesn’t fall. But people give me a bad feeling—very bad.”
There was a roused glad smile in Gerald’s eyes.
”Do they?” he said. And he watched the other man critically.
In a few minutes the train was running through the disgrace of outspread London. Everybody in the carriage was on the alert, waiting to escape. At last they were under the huge arch of the station, in the tremendous shadow of the town. Birkin shut himself together—he was in now.
The two men went together in a taxi-cab.
”Don’t you feel like one of the damned?” asked Birkin, as they sat in a little, swiftly-running enclosure, and watched the hideous great street.
”No,” laughed Gerald.
”It is real death,” said Birkin.
A scene from Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence which I’ve just started reading.