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everything, every kind of feeling and cuddling and going
off, every kind except the natural one. They always make
you go off when you’re NOTin the only place you should
be, when you go off.—Then there’s the hard sort, that are
the devil to bring off at all, and bring themselves off, like
my wife. They want to be the active party.—Then there’s the
sort that’s just dead inside: but dead: and they know it. Then
there’s the sort that puts you out before you really ‘’come’’,
and go on writhing their loins till they bring themselves off
against your thighs. But they’re mostly the Lesbian sort. It’s
astonishing how Lesbian women are, consciously or uncon-
sciously. 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, I fairly howl in my soul, wanting to kill her.’
’And what do you do?’
’Just go away as fast as I can.’
’But do you think Lesbian women any worse than homo-
sexual men?’
’ I do! Because I’ve suffered more from them. In the
abstract, I’ve no idea. When I get with a Lesbian woman,
whether she knows she’s one or not, I see red. No, no! But
I wanted to have nothing to do with any woman any more.
I wanted to keep to myself: keep my privacy and my de-
cency.’
He looked pale, and his brows were sombre.
’And were you sorry when I came along?’ she asked.
’I was sorry and I was glad.’
’And what are you now?’