Lady Chatterley's Lover

'The rest? There is no rest. Only to my experience the mass of womenare like this: most of them want a man, but don't want the sex, butthey put up with it, as part of the bargain. The more old-fashionedsort just lie there like nothing and let you go ahead. They don't mindafterwards: then they like you. But the actual thing itself is nothingto them, a bit distasteful. Add most men like it that way. I hate it.But the sly sort of women who are like that pretend they're not. Theypretend they're passionate and have thrills. But it's all cockaloopy.They make it up. Then there's the ones that love everything, every kindof feeling and cuddling and going off, every kind except the naturalone. They always make you go off when you're NOTin the only place youshould be, when you go off.--Then there's the hard sort, that are thedevil to bring off at all, and bring themselves off, like my wife. Theywant to be the active party.--Then there's the sort that's just deadinside: but dead: and they know it. Then there's the sort that puts youout before you really ''come'', and go on writhing their loins tillthey bring themselves off against your thighs. But they're mostly theLesbian sort. It's astonishing how Lesbian women are, consciously orunconsciously. Seems to me they're nearly all Lesbian.''And do you mind?' asked Connie.'I could kill them. When I'm with a woman who's really Lesbian, Ifairly howl in my soul, wanting to kill her.'


~ D.H. Lawrence