references to suggest warmth in Sue: they kiss ‘long and close’, she
admits that she ‘didn’t dislike’ him to kiss her, tells him ‘I
do love
you’, and just before going to Phillotson’s bed admits to having
‘loved’ Jude ‘grossly’. Arabella, closing the novel, suggests that Sue
never found peace except in Jude’s arms, but how reliable a witness is
she? Like Lockwood at the end of
Wuthering Heights, she is the last
person to read relationships aright. The
novel can be read as showing
that Sue felt desire or as showing that she did not, since at the very
end she says: ‘ “I wanted to let it stop there, and go on always as mere
lovers . . . Women could: men can’t . . . we ought to have lived in
mental communion, and no more.” ’
On Jude’s side a further contradiction appears. Although he is a
victim of legalistic marriage and
speaks violently against it, he
behaves
finally in their version of ‘Nature’s own marriage’ as the law
told a nineteenth-century husband he might do: he enforces his
‘conjugal rights’, not by force, but by blackmail. Having agreed to
live celibately with Sue he uses Arabella’s return to force her into
sexual relations:
‘If she were yours it would be di
fferent!’
‘Or if you were.’
‘Very well then––if I must I must. Since you will have it so, I agree!
I will be. Only I didn’t mean to.’
The slide into the orthodox view which
makes male desire para-
mount passes unnoticed and by the narrator’s sleight-of-hand it is
next morning and Jude is arranging to marry her. Such shifts charac-
terize Hardy’s attempts to break free of the orthodoxies of the day,
attempts backed by passionate feelings, cutting across rational argu-
ments, and in which an apparent success is always followed by
regression. The novel enacts the struggle with all its inconsistencies.
The pains of a ‘natural marriage’ in a society that goes in for the
other
kind are felt; the pleasures are not so easily grasped. Like the
fruits of learning they prove evasive. The joyless pain evoked by Sue
and Jude’s relationship is not cancelled or even dented by Sue’s
strained assertion at the Great Wessex Agricultural Show as they
saunter around the
flowers, unable to evoke even a spark of pleasure
in Little Father Time: ‘ “We have returned to a Greek joyousness, and
have blinded ourselves to sickness and sorrow, and
have forgotten
what twenty-
five centuries have taught the race since their time . . .”’
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