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He went over the snow slopes, to see where the death had been.At last he came to the great shallow among the precipices and slopes, near the summit of the pass.It was a grey day, the third day of greyness and stillness.

All was white, icy, pallid, save for the scoring of black rocks that jutted like roots sometimes, and sometimes were in naked faces.In the distance a slope sheered down from a peak, with many black rock-slides.

It was like a shallow pot lying among the stone and snow of the upper world.In this pot Gerald had gone to sleep.At the far end, the guides had driven iron stakes deep into the snow-wall, so that, by means of the great rope attached, they could haul themselves up the massive snow-front, out on to the jagged summit of the pass, naked to heaven, where the Marienhutte hid among the naked rocks.Round about, spiked, slashed snow-peaks pricked the heaven.

Gerald might have found this rope.He might have hauled himself up to the crest.He might have heard the dogs in the Marienhutte, and found shelter.

He might have gone on, down the steep, steep fall of the south-side, down into the dark valley with its pines, on to the great Imperial road leading south to Italy.

He might! And what then? The Imperial road! The south? Italy? What then?

Was it a way out? It was only a way in again.Birkin stood high in the painful air, looking at the peaks, and the way south.Was it any good going south, to Italy? Down the old, old Imperial road?

He turned away.Either the heart would break, or cease to care.Best cease to care.Whatever the mystery which has brought forth man and the universe, it is a non-human mystery, it has its own great ends, man is not the criterion.Best leave it all to the vast, creative, non-human mystery.

Best strive with oneself only, not with the universe.

`God cannot do without man.' It was a saying of some great French religious teacher.But surely this is false.God can do without man.God could do without the ichthyosauri and the mastodon.These monsters failed creatively to develop, so God, the creative mystery, dispensed with them.In the same way the mystery could dispense with man, should he too fail creatively to change and develop.The eternal creative mystery could dispose of man, and replace him with a finer created being.Just as the horse has taken the place of the mastodon.

It was very consoling to Birkin, to think this.If humanity ran into a cul de sac and expended itself, the timeless creative mystery would bring forth some other being, finer, more wonderful, some new, more lovely race, to carry on the embodiment of creation.The game was never up.The mystery of creation was fathomless, infallible, inexhaustible, forever.Races came and went, species passed away, but ever new species arose, more lovely, or equally lovely, always surpassing wonder.The fountain-head was incorruptible and unsearchable.It had no limits.It could bring forth miracles, create utter new races and new species, in its own hour, new forms of consciousness, new forms of body, new units of being.To be man was as nothing compared to the possibilities of the creative mystery.To have one's pulse beating direct from the mystery, this was perfection, unutterable satisfaction.Human or inhuman mattered nothing.The perfect pulse throbbed with indescribable being, miraculous unborn species.

Birkin went home again to Gerald.He went into the room, and sat down on the bed.Dead, dead and cold! Imperial Caesar dead, and turned to clay Would stop a hole to keep the wind away.

There was no response from that which had been Gerald.Strange, congealed, icy substance -- no more.No more!

Terribly weary, Birkin went away, about the day's business.He did it all quietly, without bother.To rant, to rave, to be tragic, to make situations -- it was all too late.Best be quiet, and bear one's soul in patience and in fullness.

But when he went in again, at evening, to look at Gerald between the candles, because of his heart's hunger, suddenly his heart contracted, his own candle all but fell from his hand, as, with a strange whimpering cry, the tears broke out.He sat down in a chair, shaken by a sudden access.