Thetwowomenlookedateachother。UrsularesentedHermione\'slong，grave，downward—lookingface。Therewassomethingofthestupidityandtheunenlightenedself—esteemofahorseinit。`She\'sgotahorse—face，\'
Ursulasaidtoherself，`sherunsbetweenblinkers。\'ItdidseemasifHermione，likethemoon，hadonlyonesidetoherpenny。Therewasnoobverse。
Shestaredoutallthetimeonthenarrow，buttoher，completeworldoftheextantconsciousness。Inthedarkness，shedidnotexist。Likethemoon，onehalfofherwaslosttolife。Herselfwasallinherhead，shedidnotknowwhatitwasspontaneouslytorunormove，likeafishinthewater，oraweaselonthegrass。Shemustalwaysknow。
ButUrsulaonlysufferedfromHermione\'sone—sidedness。SheonlyfeltHermione\'scoolevidence，whichseemedtoputherdownasnothing。Hermione，whobroodedandbroodedtillshewasexhaustedwiththeacheofhereffortatconsciousness，spentandasheninherbody，whogainedsoslowlyandwithsucheffortherfinalandbarrenconclusionsofknowledge，wasapt，inthepresenceofotherwomen，whomshethoughtsimplyfemale，toweartheconclusionsofherbitterassurancelikejewelswhichconferredonheranunquestionabledistinction，establishedherinahigherorderoflife。Shewasapt，mentally，tocondescendtowomensuchasUrsula，whomsheregardedaspurelyemotional。PoorHermione，itwasheronepossession，thisachingcertaintyofhers，itwasheronlyjustification。Shemustbeconfidenthere，forGodknows，shefeltrejectedanddeficientenoughelsewhere。Inthelifeofthought，ofthespirit，shewasoneoftheelect。
Andshewantedtobeuniversal。Buttherewasadevastatingcynicismatthebottomofher。Shedidnotbelieveinherownuniversals——theyweresham。Shedidnotbelieveintheinnerlife——itwasatrick，notareality。