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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: loins, while he heroically kept himself up, and present in her, with
all his will and self-offering, till she brought about her own crisis,
with weird little cries.
When at last he drew away from her, he said, in a bitter, almost
sneering little voice:
'You couldn't go off at the same time as a man, could you? You'd have
to bring yourself off! You'd have to run the show!'
This little speech, at the moment, was one of the shocks of her life.
Because that passive sort of giving himself was so obviously his only
real mode of intercourse.
'What do you mean?' she said.
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