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It was a perfect passing away for both of them, and at the
same time the most intolerable accession into being, the
marvellous fullness of immediate gratification, overwhelm-
ing, out-flooding from the source of the deepest life-force,
the darkest, deepest, strangest life-source of the human
body, at the back and base of the loins.
After a lapse of stillness, after the rivers of strange dark
fluid richness had passed over her, flooding, carrying away
her mind and flooding down her spine and down her knees,
past her feet, a strange flood, sweeping away everything
and leaving her an essential new being, she was left quite
free, she was free in complete ease, her complete self. So she
rose, stilly and blithe, smiling at him. He stood before her,
glimmering, so awfully real, that her heart almost stopped
beating. He stood there in his strange, whole body, that had
its marvellous fountains, like the bodies of the sons of God
who were in the beginning. There were strange fountains
of his body, more mysterious and potent than any she had
imagined or known, more satisfying, ah, finally, mystically-
physically satisfying. She had thought there was no source
deeper than the phallic source. And now, behold, from the
smitten rock of the man’s body, from the strange marvel-
lous flanks and thighs, deeper, further in mystery than the
phallic source, came the floods of ineffable darkness and in-
effable riches.
They were glad, and they could forget perfectly. They
laughed, and went to the meal provided. There was a veni-
son pasty, of all things, a large broad-faced cut ham, eggs
and cresses and red beet-root, and medlars and apple-tart,

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