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           Yes,thiswaslove,thisridiculousbouncingofthebuttocks,andthewiltingofthepoor,insignificant,moistlittlepenis.Thiswasthedivinelove!Afterall,themodernswererightwhentheyfeltcontemptfortheperformance;foritwasaperformance.Itwasquitetrue,assomepoetssaid,thattheGodwhocreatedmanmusthavehadasinistersenseofhumour,creatinghimareasonablebeing,yetforcinghimtotakethisridiculousposture,anddrivinghimwithblindcravingforthisridiculousperformance.EvenaMaupassantfounditahumiliatinganti-climax.Mendespisedtheintercourseact,andyetdidit.

           Coldandderisiveherqueerfemalemindstoodapart,andthoughshelayperfectlystill,herimpulsewastoheaveherloins,andthrowthemanout,escapehisuglygrip,andthebuttingover-ridingofhisabsurdhaunches.Hisbodywasafoolish,impudent,imperfectthing,alittledisgustinginitsunfinishedclumsiness.Forsurelyacompleteevolutionwouldeliminatethisperformance,this’function’.

           Andyetwhenhehadfinished,soonover,andlayveryverystill,recedingintosilence,andastrangemotionlessdistance,far,fartherthanthehorizonofherawareness,herheartbegantoweep.Shecouldfeelhimebbingaway,ebbingaway,leavinghertherelikeastoneonashore.Hewaswithdrawing,hisspiritwasleavingher.Heknew.

           Andinrealgrief,tormentedbyherowndoubleconsciousnessandreaction,shebegantoweep.Hetooknonotice,ordidnotevenknow.Thestormofweepingswelledandshookher,andshookhim.

           ’Ay!’hesaid.’Itwasnogoodthattime.Youwasn’tthere.