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[1224] on purpose to avoid it. [1225] She favoured voluminous tempestuous petticoats
and stomachers and other undergarments whose names I forget. [1226] They welled
up all frothing and swishing and then, congress achieved, broke over us
in slow cascades. [1227] Andall I could see was her taut yellow nape which
every now and then I set my teeth in, forgetting I had none, such is
the power of instinct. [1228] We met in a rubbish dump, unlike any other, and
yet they are all alike, rubbish dumps.

[1229] I don't know what she was doing
there. [1230] I was limply poking about among the garbage saying probably, for
at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life.
[1231] She had no time to lose, I had nothing to lose, I would have made love
with a goat, to know quid sit Amor. [1232] She had a dainty flat, no, not
dainty, it made you want to lie down in a corn^er and never get up again.

[1233] I liked it. [1234] It was full of dainty furniture, uⁿder our desperate strokes
the couch moved forward on its castors, the whole place fell about our
ears, it was pandemonium. [1235] Our commerce was not without tenderness, with
trembling hands she cut my toe-nails and I rubbed her rump with wintergreen.
[1236] This idyll was of short duration. [1237] Poor Edith, I hastened her end perhaps.
[1238] Anyway it was she who started it, in the rubbish dump, when she laid her
hand upon my fly.

[1239] More precisely, I was bent double over a heap of muck,
in the hope of finding something to disgust me for ever with eating, when
she, undertaking me from behind, thrust her stick between my legs and
began to titillate my privates. [1240] She gave me money after each session,
to me who would have consented to know love, and probe it to the bottom,
without charge. [1241] But she was an idealist.

[1242] I would have prefer^red it seems
to me an orifice less arid and roomy, that would have given me a higher
opinion of love it seems to me. [1243] However. [1244] Twixt finger and thumb 'tis
heaven in comparison. [1245] But love is no doubt above such base contingencies.
[1246] And not when you are comfortable, but when your frantic member casts
about for a rubbing-place, and the unction of a little mucous membrane,