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           Yetthepassionlickedroundher,consuming,andwhenthesensualflameofitpressedthroughherbowelsandbreast,shereallythoughtshewasdying:yetapoignant,marvellousdeath.

           ShehadoftenwonderedwhatAbelardmeant,whenhesaidthatintheiryearofloveheandHeloisehadpassedthroughallthestagesandrefinementsofpassion.Thesamething,athousandyearsago:tenthousandyearsago!ThesameontheGreekvases,everywhere!Therefinementsofpassion,theextravagancesofsensuality!Andnecessary,forevernecessary,toburnoutfalseshamesandsmeltouttheheaviestoreofthebodyintopurity.Withthefireofsheersensuality.

           Intheshortsummernightshelearntsomuch.Shewouldhavethoughtawomanwouldhavediedofshame.Insteadofwhich,theshamedied.Shame,whichisfear:thedeeporganicshame,theold,oldphysicalfearwhichcrouchesinthebodilyrootsofus,andcanonlybechasedawaybythesensualfire,atlastitwasrousedupandroutedbythephallichuntoftheman,andshecametotheveryheartofthejungleofherself.Shefelt,now,shehadcometotherealbed-rockofhernature,andwasessentiallyshameless.Shewashersensualself,nakedandunashamed.Shefeltatriumph,almostavainglory.So!Thatwashowitwas!Thatwaslife!Thatwashowoneselfreallywas!Therewasnothinglefttodisguiseorbeashamedof.Shesharedherultimatenakednesswithaman,anotherbeing.

           Andwhatarecklessdevilthemanwas!reallylikeadevil!Onehadtobestrongtobearhim.