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stillness of potency and delicate flesh. How beautiful! How
beautiful! Her hands came timorously down his back, to the
soft, smallish globes of the buttocks. Beauty! What beauty!
a sudden little flame of new awareness went through her.
How was it possible, this beauty here, where she had pre-
viously only been repelled? The unspeakable beauty to the
touch of the warm, living buttocks! The life within life, the
sheer warm, potent loveliness. And the strange weight of
the balls between his legs! What a mystery! What a strange
heavy weight of mystery, that could lie soft and heavy in
one’s hand! The roots, root of all that is lovely, the primeval
root of all full beauty.
She clung to him, with a hiss of wonder that was almost
awe, terror. He held her close, but he said nothing. He would
never say anything. She crept nearer to him, nearer, only to
be near to the sensual wonder of him. And out of his utter,
incomprehensible stillness, she felt again the slow momen-
tous, surging rise of the phallus again, the other power. And
her heart melted out with a kind of awe.
And this time his being within her was all soft and
iridescent, purely soft and iridescent, such as no conscious-
ness could seize. Her whole self quivered unconscious and
alive, like plasm. She could not know what it was. She could
not remember what it had been. Only that it had been more
lovely than anything ever could be. Only that. And after-
wards she was utterly still, utterly unknowing, she was not
aware for how long. And he was still with her, in an un-
fathomable silence along with her. And of this, they would
never speak.