Коханець леді Чаттерлей

           Hehadlethimselfgoaltogether,atlast.

           Soatlengthshekissedhim,androckedhimonherbosom,andinherheartshesaidtoherself:’Oh,SirClifford!Oh,highandmightyChatterleys!Isthiswhatyou’vecomedownto!’Andfinallyheevenwenttosleep,likeachild.Andshefeltwornout,andwenttoherownroom,whereshelaughedandcriedatonce,withahysteriaofherown.Itwassoridiculous!Itwassoawful!Suchacome-down!Soshameful!Anditwassoupsettingaswell.

           Afterthis,CliffordbecamelikeachildwithMrsBolton.Hewouldholdherhand,andresthisheadonherbreast,andwhensheoncelightlykissedhim,hesaid!’Yes!Dokissme!Dokissme!’Andwhenshespongedhisgreatblondbody,hewouldsaythesame!’Dokissme!’andshewouldlightlykisshisbody,anywhere,halfinmockery.

           Andhelaywithaqueer,blankfacelikeachild,withabitofthewondermentofachild.Andhewouldgazeonherwithwide,childisheyes,inarelaxationofmadonna-worship.Itwassheerrelaxationonhispart,lettinggoallhismanhood,andsinkingbacktoachildishpositionthatwasreallyperverse.Andthenhewouldputhishandintoherbosomandfeelherbreasts,andkisstheminexultation,theexultationofperversity,ofbeingachildwhenhewasaman.

           MrsBoltonwasboththrilledandashamed,shebothlovedandhatedit.Yetsheneverrebuffednorrebukedhim.