Each has a single, separate being, with its own laws.

The man has his pure freedom, the woman hers.
Each acknowledges the perfection of the polarised sex-circuit.

Each admits the different nature in the other.
So Birkin meditated whilst he was ill.

He liked sometimes to be ill enough to take to his bed.

For then he got better very quickly, and things came to him clear and sure.
Whilst he was laid up, Gerald came to see him.