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　and　they　strained　to　listen。

It　was　enough　for　the　men；　that　the　earth　heaved　and　opened

its　furrow　to　them；　that　the　wind　blew　to　dry　the　wet　wheat；　and

set　the　young　ears　of　corn　wheeling　freshly　round　about；　it　was

enough　that　they　helped　the　cow　in　labour；　or　ferreted　the　rats

from　under　the　barn；　or　broke　the　back　of　a　rabbit　with　a　sharp

knock　of　the　hand。　So　much　warmth　and　generating　and　pain　and

death　did　they　know　in　their　blood；　earth　and　sky　and　beast　and

green　plants；　so　much　exchange　and　interchange　they　had　with

these；　that　they　lived　full　and　surcharged；　their　senses　full

fed；　their　faces　always　turned　to　the　heat　of　the　blood；　staring

into　the　sun；　dazed　with　looking　towards　the　source　of

generation；　unable　to　turn　round。

But　the　woman　wanted　another　form　of　life　than　this；

something　that　was　not　blood…intimacy。　Her　house　faced　out　from

the　farm…buildings　and　fields；　looked　out　to　the　road　and　the

village　with　church　and　Hall　and　the　world　beyond。　She　stood　to

see　the　far…off　world　of　cities　and　governments　and　the　active

scope　of　man；　the　magic　land　to　her；　where　secrets　were　made

known　and　desires　fulfilled。　She　faced　outwards　to　where　men

moved　dominant　and　creative；　having　turned　their　back　on　the

pulsing　heat　of　creation；　and　with　this　behind　them；　were　set

out　to　discover　what　was　beyond；　to　enlarge　their　own　scope　and

range　and　freedom；　whereas　the　Brangwen　men　faced　inwards　to　the

teeming　life　of　creation；　which　poured　unresolved　into　their

veins。

Looking　out；　as　she　must；　from　the　front　of　her　house　towards

the　activity　of　man　in　the　world　at　large；　whilst　h