But neither could she help making him go on.
'And if it is so, WHY is it ?' she asked, hostile.

They were rousing each other to a fine passion of opposition.
'Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust?
Because they won't fall off the tree when they're ripe.

They hang on to their old positions when the position is over-past, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.' There was a long pause.

His voice had become hot and very sarcastic.
Ursula was troubled and bewildered, they were both oblivious of everything but their own immersion.
'But even if everybody is wrong--where are you right ?' she cried, 'where are you any better ?' 'I ?--I'm not right,' he cried back.

'At least my only rightness lies in the fact that I know it.