Lady Chatterleys Lover

 “Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being

alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

“All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there,

to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep

with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.”

His body was urgent against her, and she didnt have the heart anymore to fight...She 

saw his eyes, tense and brilliant, fierce, not loving. But her will had left her. A strange

weight was on her limbs. She was giving way. She was giving up...she had to lie down

there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in

his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes...He too had bared the front

part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a

moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move,

in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside

her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as

feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It

was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little

cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer

force her own conclusion with her own activity. This was different, different. She could

do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She

could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing

and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be

gone. Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea

anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for

her. She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and

she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into

her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling til it filled all her

cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not

really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper

through all her tissue and consciousness, til she was one perfect concentric fluid of

feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries.”

“In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman

would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her

nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed.

She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was

how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared

her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.”

“It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was

only a minor accompaniment.”

“She was old; millions of years old, she felt.”

“Thank God Ive got a woman! Thank God Ive got a woman who is with me, and tender

and aware of me. Thank God shes not a bully, nor a fool. Thank God shes a tender,

aware woman.”

“While you live your life, you are in some way an organic whole with all life. But once you start the mental life you pluck the apple. You've severed the connection between the apple and the tree: the organic connection. And if you've got nothing in your life but the mental life, then you yourself are a plucked apple...you've fallen off the tree.”