And Birkin, who, for some reason was now tired and dispirited, said to him: 'I always feel doomed when the train is running into London.

I feel such a despair, so hopeless, as if it were the end of the world.' 'Really!' said Gerald.

'And does the end of the world frighten you ?' Birkin lifted his shoulders in a slow shrug.
'I don't know,' he said.

'It does while it hangs imminent and doesn't fall.

But people give me a bad feeling--very bad.' There was a roused glad smile in Gerald's eyes.
'Do they ?' he said.