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           Theformerseemedinasenseordinary:buttohaveachildtoamanwhomoneadoredinone’sbowelsandone’swomb,itmadeherfeelshewasverydifferentfromheroldselfandasifshewassinkingdeep,deeptothecentreofallwomanhoodandthesleepofcreation.

           Itwasnotthepassionthatwasnewtoher,itwastheyearningadoration.Sheknewshehadalwaysfearedit,foritleftherhelpless;shefeareditstill,lestifsheadoredhimtoomuch,thenshewouldloseherselfbecomeeffaced,andshedidnotwanttobeeffaced,aslave,likeasavagewoman.Shemustnotbecomeaslave.Shefearedheradoration,yetshewouldnotatoncefightagainstit.Sheknewshecouldfightit.Shehadadevilofself-willinherbreastthatcouldhavefoughtthefullsoftheavingadorationofherwombandcrushedit.Shecouldevennowdoit,orshethoughtso,andshecouldthentakeupherpassionwithherownwill.

           Ahyes,tobepassionatelikeaBacchante,likeaBacchanalfleeingthroughthewoods,tocallonIacchos,thebrightphallosthathadnoindependentpersonalitybehindit,butwaspuregod-servanttothewoman!Theman,theindividual,lethimnotdareintrude.Hewasbutatemple-servant,thebearerandkeeperofthebrightphallos,herown.

           So,inthefluxofnewawakening,theoldhardpassionflamedinherforatime,andthemandwindledtoacontemptibleobject,themerephallos-bearer,tobetorntopieceswhenhisservicewasperformed.ShefelttheforceoftheBacchaeinherlimbsandherbody,thewomangleamingandrapid,beatingdownthemale;butwhileshefeltthis,herheartwasheavy.