`Andhasn\'titnow？\'askedUrsula。Shewasalwaysangrywhenhetookthistone。
`No，ithasn\'t。WhenIseethatclear，beautifulchair，andIthinkofEngland，evenJaneAusten\'sEngland——ithadlivingthoughtstounfoldeventhen，andpurehappinessinunfoldingthem。Andnow，wecanonlyfishamongtherubbishheapsfortheremnantsoftheiroldexpression。Thereisnoproductioninusnow，onlysordidandfoulmechanicalness。\'
`Itisn\'ttrue，\'criedUrsula。`Whymustyoualwayspraisethepast，attheexpenseofthepresent？Really，Idon\'tthinksomuchofJaneAusten\'sEngland。Itwasmaterialisticenough，ifyoulike——\'
`Itcouldaffordtobematerialistic，\'saidBirkin，`becauseithadthepowertobesomethingother——whichwehaven\'t。Wearematerialisticbecausewehaven\'tthepowertobeanythingelse——tryaswemay，wecan\'tbringoffanythingbutmaterialism:mechanism，theverysoulofmaterialism。\'
Ursulawassubduedintoangrysilence。Shedidnotheedwhathesaid。