Many words were planned, many of them never saw the light of existence, many of them fell by the wayside, some made their way through, some were beaten back, and all of them wanted to say what the next constellation of their counterparts say :
"Clifford married Connie. It was the terrible year of 1917, and they were intimate as two people who stayed together as a sinking ship. He had been virgin when he married; and the sex part did not mean much to him. They were so close , he and she, apart from that. And Connie exulted a little in this intimacy which was beyond sex, and beyond a man's 'satisfaction'. Clifford anyhow was not just keen on his 'satisfaction', as so many men seemed to be. No, the intimacy was deeper, more personal than that. And sex was merely an accident......"
Lady Chatterly's Lover
D.H. Lawrence
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