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But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone.Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her. In other versions of the story, Clifford is enraged that Connie has been bagged by the gamekeeper, but here he seems almost willfully determined not to know.He would even understand if Connie were to become pregnant by another man (an Englishman, of "decent stock") to provide him with an heir, and she goes off with her sister for a month at the seaside, presumably to arrange this, although at the time she is already two months' pregnant. Since Parkin is a strong, muscular man, Sir Clifford is about to be presented with the world's largest short-term baby.
Life creeps quietly at the country house, where Sir Clifford seems to observe a daily word limit, and the housekeeper, Mrs. Day after day, she goes flower collecting in the woods, and they meet in his hut to make love on the floor.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.” ― “But that is how men are! When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason.
Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.” ― “There's lots of good fish in the sea...maybe..the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.” ― “All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. She was giving up..had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes...
She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling til it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, til she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries.” ― “And that is how we are. There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of.
By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.” ― “So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.” ― “They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.” ― “You're spending your life without renewing it.
That may help explain why Clifford is satisfied to do without her all day every day, and be content when she returns late with a handful of daffodils.