Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting
There was another long silence. He felt that she was treating him cruelly, though he could not quite say in what way. Her very helplessness seemed to make her so much stronger than he. ¡¡¡¡ "I am awfully ignorant on general matters, although I have worked so hard," he said, to turn the subject. "I am absorbed in theology, you know. And what do you think I should be doing just about now, if you weren't here? I should be saying my evening prayers. I suppose you wouldn't like----" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh no, no," she answered, "I would rather not, if you don't mind. I should seem so--such a hypocrite." ¡¡¡¡ "I thought you wouldn't join, so I didn't propose it. You must remember that I hope to be a useful minister some day." ¡¡¡¡ "To be ordained, I think you said?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes." ¡¡¡¡ "Then you haven't given up the idea?--I thought that perhaps you had by this time." ¡¡¡¡ "Of course not. I fondly thought at first that you felt as I do about that, as you were so mixed up in Christminster Anglicanism. And Mr. Phillotson----" ¡¡¡¡ "I have no respect for Christminster whatever, except, in a qualified degree, on its intellectual side," said Sue Bridehead earnestly. "My friend I spoke of took that out of me. He was the most irreligious man I ever knew, and the most moral. And intellect at Christminster is new wine in old bottles. The mediaevalism of Christminster must go, be sloughed off, or Christminster itself will have to go. To be sure, at times one couldn't help having a sneaking liking for the traditions of the old faith, as preserved by a section of the thinkers there in touching and simple sincerity; but when I was in my saddest, rightest mind I always felt,