Even this momentary possession of pure isolation and fluidity seemed to her so terribly desirable that she felt herself as if damned, out there on the high-road.
'God, what it is to be a man!' she cried.
'What ?' exclaimed Ursula in surprise.
'The freedom, the liberty, the mobility!' cried Gudrun, strangely flushed and brilliant.

'You're a man, you want to do a thing, you do it.

You haven't the THOUSAND obstacles a woman has in front of her.' Ursula wondered what was in Gudrun's mind, to occasion this outburst.
She could not understand.
'What do you want to do ?' she asked.
'Nothing,' cried Gudrun, in swift refutation.

'But supposing I did.
Supposing I want to swim up that water.

It is impossible, it is one of the impossibilities of life, for me to take my clothes off now and jump in.