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’Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-
hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love,
in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck
with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly,
everything would come all right. It’s all this cold-hearted
fucking that is death and idiocy.’
’But you don’t fuck me cold-heartedly,’ she protested.
’I don’t want to fuck you at all. My heart’s as cold as cold
potatoes just now.’
’Oh!’ she said, kissing him mockingly. ‘Let’s have them
SAUT ES.’ He laughed, and sat erect.
’It’s a fact!’ he said. ‘Anything for a bit of warm-heart-
edness. But the women don’t like it. Even you don’t really
like it. You like good, sharp, piercing cold-hearted fucking,
and then pretending it’s all sugar. Where’s your tenderness
for me? You’re as suspicious of me as a cat is of a dog. I tell
you it takes two even to be tender and warm-hearted. You
love fucking all right: but you want it to be called something
grand and mysterious, just to flatter your own self-impor-
tance. Your own self-importance is more to you, fifty times
more, than any man, or being together with a man.’
’But that’s what I’d say of you. Your own self-importance
is everything to you.’
’Ay! Very well then!’ he said, moving as if he wanted to
rise. ‘Let’s keep apart then. I’d rather die than do any more
cold-hearted fucking.’
She slid away from him, and he stood up.
’And do you think I want it?’ she said.
’I hope you don’t,’ he replied. ‘But anyhow, you go to bed

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