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rainwaterlook at itcan it bee grapejuice； wine？ For
an instant； he saw with the clear eyes of the mind and said no；
his clear mind； answering her for a moment； rejected the idea。
And immediately his whole soul was crying in a mad； inchoate
hatred against this violation of himself。 It was true for him。
His mind was extinguished again at once； his blood was up。 In
his blood and bones； he wanted the scene； the wedding； the water
brought forward from the firkins as red wine： and Christ saying
to His mother： 〃Woman； what have I to do with thee？mine
hour is not yet e。〃
And then：
〃His mother saith unto the servants； 'Whatsoever he saith
unto you； do it。'〃
Brangwen loved it； with his bones and blood he loved it； he
could not let it go。 Yet she forced him to let it go。 She hated
his blind attachments。
Water； natural water； could it suddenly and unnaturally turn
into wine； depart from its being and at haphazard take on
another being？ Ah no； he knew it was wrong。
She became again the palpitating； hostile child； hateful；
putting things to destruction。 He became mute and dead。 His own
being gave him the lie。 He knew it was so： wine was wine； water
was water； for ever： the water had not bee wine。 The miracle
was not a real fact。 She seemed to be destroying him。 He went
out； dark and destroyed； his soul running its blood。 And he
tasted of death。 Because his life was formed in these
unquestioned concepts。
She； desolate again as she had been when she was a child；
went away and sobbed。 She did not care； she did not care whether
the water had turned to wine or not。 Let him believe it if he
wanted to。 But she knew she had won。 And an ashy desolation came
over her。
They were ashenly miserable for some time。 Then the life
began to e back。 He was nothing if not dogged。 He thought
again of the chapter of St。 John。 There was a great biting pang。
〃But thou hast kept the good wine until now。〃 〃The best wine！〃
The young man's heart responded in a craving； in a triumph；
although the knowledge that it was not true in fact bit at him
like a weasel in his heart。 Which was stronger； the pain of the
denial； or the desire for affirmation？ He was stubborn in
spirit； and abode by his desire。 But he would not any more
affirm the miracles as true。
Very well； it was not true； the water had not turned into
wine。 The water had not turned into wine。 But for all that he
would live in his soul as if the water had turned into
wine。 For truth of fact； it had not。 But for his soul； it
had。
〃Whether it turned into wine or whether it didn't；〃 he said；
〃it doesn't bother me。 I take it for what it is。〃
〃And what is it？〃 she asked； quickly； hopefully。
〃It's the Bible；〃 he said。
That answer enraged her； and she despised him。 She did not
actively question the Bible herself。 But he drove her to
contempt。
And yet he did not care about the Bible； the written letter。
Although he could not satisfy her； yet she knew of herself that
he had something real。 He was not a dogmatist。 He did not
believe in fact that the water turned into wine。 He did
not want to make a fact out of it。 Indeed； his attitude was
without criticism。 It was purely individual。 He took that which
was of value to him from the Written Word； he added to his
spirit。 His mind he let sleep。
And she was bitter against him； that he let his mind sleep。
That which was human； belonged to mankind； he would not exert。
He cared only for himself。 He was no Christian。 Above all；
Christ had asserted the brotherhood of man。
She； almost against herself； clung to the worship of the
human knowledge。 Man must die in the body； but in his knowledge
he was immortal。 Such； somewhere； was her belief； quite obscure
and unformulated。 She believed in the omnipotence of the human
mind。
He； on the other hand； blind as a subterranean thing； just
ignored the human mind and ran after his own darksouled
desires； following his own tunnelling nose。 She felt often she
must suffocate。 And she fought him off。
Then he； knowing he was blind； fought madly back again；
frantic in sensual fear。 He did foolish things。 He asserted
himself on his rights； he arrogated the old position of master
of the house。
〃You've a right to do as I want；〃 he cried。
〃Fool！〃 she answered。 〃Fool！〃
〃I'll let you know who's master；〃 he cried。
〃Fool！〃 she answered。 〃Fool！ I've known my own father； who
could put a dozen of you in his pipe and push them down with his
fingerend。 Don't I know what a fool you are！〃
He knew himself what a fool he was； and was flayed by the
knowledge。 Yet he went on trying to steer the ship of their dual
life。 He asserted his position as the captain of the ship。 And
captain and ship bored her。 He wanted to loom important as
master of one of the innumerable domestic craft that make up the
great fleet of society。 It seemed to her a ridiculous armada of
tubs jostling in futility。 She felt no belief in it。 She jeered
at him as master of the house； master of their dual life。 And he
was black with shame and rage。 He knew； with shame； how her
father had been a man without arrogating any authority。
He had gone on the wrong tack； and he felt it hard to give up
the expedition。 There was great surging and shame。 Then he
yielded。 He had given up the masterofthehouse idea。
There was something he wanted； nevertheless； some form of
mastery。 Ever and anon； after his collapses into the petty and
the shameful； he rose up again； and； stubborn in spirit； strong
in his power to start afresh； set out once more in his male
pride of being to fulfil the hidden passion of his spirit。
It began well； but it ended always in war between them； till
they were both driven almost to madness。 He said； she did not
respect him。 She laughed in hollow scorn of this。 For her it was
enough that she loved him。
〃Respect what？〃 she asked。
But he always answered the wrong thing。 And though she
cudgelled her brains； she could not e at it。
〃Why don't you go on with your woodcarving？〃 she said。 〃Why
don't you finish your Adam and Eve？〃
But she did not care for the Adam and Eve； and he never put
another stroke to it。 She jeered at the Eve； saying； 〃She is
like a little mariote。 Why is she so small？ You've made Adam
as big as God； and Eve like a doll。〃
〃It is impudence to say that Woman was made out of Man's
body；〃 she continued； 〃when every man is born of woman。 What
impudence men have； what arrogance！〃
In a rage one day； after trying to work on the board； and
failing； so that his belly was a flame of nausea； he chopped up
the whole panel and put it on the fire。 She did not know。 He
went about for some days very quiet and subdued after it。
〃Where is the Adam and Eve board？〃 she asked him。
〃Burnt。〃
She looked at him。
〃But your carving？〃
〃I burned it。〃
〃When？〃
She did not believe him。
〃On Friday night。〃
〃When I was at the Marsh？〃
〃Yes。〃
She said no more。
Then； when he had gone to work； she wept for a whole day； and
was much chastened in spirit。 So that a new； fragile flame of
love came out of the ashes of this last pain。
Directly； it occurred to her that she was with child。 There
was a great trembling of wonder and anticipation through her
soul。 She wanted a child。 Not that she loved babies so much；
though she was touched by all young things。 But she wanted to
bear children。 And a certain hunger in her heart wanted to unite
her husband with herself； in a child。
She wanted a son。 She felt； a son would be everything。 She
wanted to tell her husband。 But it was such a trembling；
intimate thing to tell him； and he was at this time hard and
unresponsive。 So that she went away and wept。 It was such a
waste of a beautiful opportunity； such a frost that nipped in
the bud one of the beautiful moments of her life。 She went about
heavy and tremulous with her secret； wanting to touch him； oh；
most delicately； and see his face； dark and sensitive； attend to
her news。 She waited and waited for him to bee gentle and
still towards her。 But he was always harsh and he bullied
her。
So that the buds shrivelled from her confidence； she was
chilled。 She went down to the Marsh。
〃Well；〃 said her fa