The truth of this has dawned unevenly in the world. In some places, such as the one where I live, the dawn is still a long way off. ---------------------------------- She had often wondered what Abélard meant, when he said that in their year of love he and Heloïse had passed through all the refinements of passion. The same thing, a thousand years ago: ten thousand years ago! The same on the Greek vases--everywhere! The refinements of passion, the extravagances of sensuality! And necessary, forever necessary, to burn out false shames and smelt out the heaviest ore of the body into purity. With the fire of sheer sensuality. In this short summer night she learnt so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died. --D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterleys Lover (1928)
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