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           HekissedherbellyandhermoundofVenus,tokissclosetothewombandthefoetuswithinthewomb.

           ’Oh,youloveme!Youloveme!’shesaid,inalittlecrylikeoneofherblind,inarticulatelovecries.Andhewentintohersoftly,feelingthestreamoftendernessflowinginreleasefromhisbowelstohers,thebowelsofcompassionkindledbetweenthem.

           Andherealizedashewentintoherthatthiswasthethinghehadtodo,tocomeintotendertouch,withoutlosinghisprideorhisdignityorhisintegrityasaman.Afterall,ifshehadmoneyandmeans,andhehadnone,heshouldbetooproudandhonourabletoholdbackhistendernessfromheronthataccount.’Istandforthetouchofbodilyawarenessbetweenhumanbeings,’hesaidtohimself,’andthetouchoftenderness.Andsheismymate.Anditisabattleagainstthemoney,andthemachine,andtheinsentientidealmonkeyishnessoftheworld.Andshewillstandbehindmethere.ThankGodI’vegotawoman!ThankGodI’vegotawomanwhoiswithme,andtenderandawareofme.ThankGodshe’snotabully,norafool.ThankGodshe’satender,awarewoman.’Andashisseedspranginher,hissoulsprangtowardshertoo,inthecreativeactthatisfarmorethanprocreative.

           Shewasquitedeterminednowthatthereshouldbenopartingbetweenhimandher.Butthewaysandmeanswerestilltosettle.

           ’DidyouhateBerthaCoutts?’sheaskedhim.

           ’Don’ttalktomeabouther.’

           ’Yes!Youmustletme.Becauseonceyoulikedher.Andonceyouwereasintimatewithherasyouarewithme.Soyouhavetotellme.