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Michaelis
had
seized
upon
Clifford
as
the
central
figure
for
a
play
;
already
he
had
sketched
in
the
plot
,
and
written
the
first
act
.
For
Michaelis
was
even
better
than
Clifford
at
making
a
display
of
nothingness
.
It
was
the
last
bit
of
passion
left
in
these
men
:
the
passion
for
making
a
display
.
Sexually
they
were
passionless
,
even
dead
.
And
now
it
was
not
money
that
Michaelis
was
after
.
Clifford
had
never
been
primarily
out
for
money
,
though
he
made
it
where
he
could
,
for
money
is
the
seal
and
stamp
of
success
.
And
success
was
what
they
wanted
.
They
wanted
,
both
of
them
,
to
make
a
real
display
.
.
.
a
man
’
s
own
very
display
of
himself
that
should
capture
for
a
time
the
vast
populace
.
It
was
strange
.
.
.
the
prostitution
to
the
bitch
-
goddess
.
To
Connie
,
since
she
was
really
outside
of
it
,
and
since
she
had
grown
numb
to
the
thrill
of
it
,
it
was
again
nothingness
.
Even
the
prostitution
to
the
bitch
-
goddess
was
nothingness
,
though
the
men
prostituted
themselves
innumerable
times
.
Nothingness
even
that
.
Michaelis
wrote
to
Clifford
about
the
play
.
Of
course
she
knew
about
it
long
ago
.
And
Clifford
was
again
thrilled
.
He
was
going
to
be
displayed
again
this
time
,
somebody
was
going
to
display
him
,
and
to
advantage
.
He
invited
Michaelis
down
to
Wragby
with
Act
I
.
Michaelis
came
:
in
summer
,
in
a
pale
-
coloured
suit
and
white
suede
gloves
,
with
mauve
orchids
for
Connie
,
very
lovely
,
and
Act
I
was
a
great
success
.
Even
Connie
was
thrilled
.
.
.
thrilled
to
what
bit
of
marrow
she
had
left
.
And
Michaelis
,
thrilled
by
his
power
to
thrill
,
was
really
wonderful
.
.
.
and
quite
beautiful
,
in
Connie
’
s
eyes
.
She
saw
in
him
that
ancient
motionlessness
of
a
race
that
can
’
t
be
disillusioned
any
more
,
an
extreme
,
perhaps
,
of
impurity
that
is
pure
.
On
the
far
side
of
his
supreme
prostitution
to
the
bitch
-
goddess
he
seemed
pure
,
pure
as
an
African
ivory
mask
that
dreams
impurity
into
purity
,
in
its
ivory
curves
and
planes
.
His
moment
of
sheer
thrill
with
the
two
Chatterleys
,
when
he
simply
carried
Connie
and
Clifford
away
,
was
one
of
the
supreme
moments
of
Michaelis
’
life
.
He
had
succeeded
:
he
had
carried
them
away
.
Even
Clifford
was
temporarily
in
love
with
him
.
.
.
if
that
is
the
way
one
can
put
it
.
So
next
morning
Mick
was
more
uneasy
than
ever
;
restless
,
devoured
,
with
his
hands
restless
in
his
trousers
pockets
.
Connie
had
not
visited
him
in
the
night
.
.
.
and
he
had
not
known
where
to
find
her
.
Coquetry
!
.
.
.
at
his
moment
of
triumph
.
He
went
up
to
her
sitting
-
room
in
the
morning
.
She
knew
he
would
come
.
And
his
restlessness
was
evident
.
He
asked
her
about
his
play
.
.
.
did
she
think
it
good
?
He
had
to
hear
it
praised
:
that
affected
him
with
the
last
thin
thrill
of
passion
beyond
any
sexual
orgasm
.
And
she
praised
it
rapturously
.
Yet
all
the
while
,
at
the
bottom
of
her
soul
,
she
knew
it
was
nothing
.
’
Look
here
!
’
he
said
suddenly
at
last
.
’
Why
don
’
t
you
and
I
make
a
clean
thing
of
it
?
Why
don
’
t
we
marry
?
’
