How do you feel yourself ?' 'Very well.

But you, you spoil your own chance of life--you waste your best self.' Gerald was silent for a moment.

Then he said: 'Waste it?
What else is there to do with it ?' 'But leave this, won't you?
You force yourself into horrors, and put a mill-stone of beastly memories round your neck.

Come away now.' 'A mill-stone of beastly memories!' Gerald repeated.

Then he put his hand again affectionately on Birkin's shoulder.