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           Andthestrangeweightoftheballsbetweenhislegs!Whatamystery!Whatastrangeheavyweightofmystery,thatcouldliesoftandheavyinone’shand!Theroots,rootofallthatislovely,theprimevalrootofallfullbeauty.

           Sheclungtohim,withahissofwonderthatwasalmostawe,terror.Heheldherclose,buthesaidnothing.Hewouldneversayanything.Shecreptnearertohim,nearer,onlytobeneartothesensualwonderofhim.Andoutofhisutter,incomprehensiblestillness,shefeltagaintheslowmomentous,surgingriseofthephallusagain,theotherpower.Andherheartmeltedoutwithakindofawe.

           Andthistimehisbeingwithinherwasallsoftandiridescent,purelysoftandiridescent,suchasnoconsciousnesscouldseize.Herwholeselfquiveredunconsciousandalive,likeplasm.Shecouldnotknowwhatitwas.Shecouldnotrememberwhatithadbeen.Onlythatithadbeenmorelovelythananythingevercouldbe.Onlythat.Andafterwardsshewasutterlystill,utterlyunknowing,shewasnotawareforhowlong.Andhewasstillwithher,inanunfathomablesilencealongwithher.Andofthis,theywouldneverspeak.

           Whenawarenessoftheoutsidebegantocomeback,sheclungtohisbreast,murmuring’Mylove!Mylove!’Andheheldhersilently.Andshecurledonhisbreast,perfect.

           Buthissilencewasfathomless.Hishandsheldherlikeflowers,sostillaidstrange.

           ’Whereareyou?’shewhisperedtohim.’Whereareyou?Speaktome!Saysomethingtome!’

           Hekissedhersoftly,murmuring:’Ay,mylass!’

           Butshedidnotknowwhathemeant,shedidnotknowwherehewas.