There is the grass, and hares and adders, and the unseen hosts, actual angels that go about freely when a dirty humanity doesn't interrupt them--and good pure-tissued demons: very nice.' It pleased Ursula, what he said, pleased her very much, as a phantasy.
Of course it was only a pleasant fancy.

She herself knew too well the actuality of humanity, its hideous actuality.

She knew it could not disappear so cleanly and conveniently.

It had a long way to go yet, a long and hideous way.

Her subtle, feminine, demoniacal soul knew it well.
'If only man was swept off the face of the earth, creation would go on so marvellously, with a new start, non-human.