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[1195] yourself, Molloy, man or woman, what does it matter? [1196] But I cannot help
asking myself the following question. [1197] Could a woman have stopped me as
I swept towards mother? [1198] Probably. [1199] Better still, was such an encounter
possible, I mean between me and a woman? [1200] Now men, I have rubbed up
against a few men in my time, but women? [1201] Oh well, I may as well confess
it now, yes, I once rubbed up against one.

[1202] I don't mean my mother, I
did more than rub up against her. [1203] And if you don't mind we'll leave my
mother out of all this. [1204] But another who might have been my mother, and
even I think my grandmother, if chance had not willed otherwise. [1205] Listen
to him now talking about chance. [1206] It was she made me acquainted with love.
[1207] She went by the peaceful name of Ruth I think, but I can't say for certain.

[1208] Perhaps the name was Edith. [1209] She had a hole between her l^egs, oh not the
bunghole I had always imagined, but a slit, and ^{in this} I put, or rather she put,
my so-called virile member , not without difficulty, and I toiled and
moiled until I ^{[⁁] discharged} or gave up trying or was begged by her to stop. [1210] A
^mug's game in my opinion and tiring on top of that, in the long run.

[1211] But I lent myself to it with ^a good enough grace, knowing it was love, for
she had told me so. [1212] She bent over the couch, because of her rheumatism,
and ⁱⁿ I ^[⁁]went from behind. [1213] It was the only position she could bear,
because of her lumbago. [1214] It seemed ^{[⁁]all right} to me, for I had seen dogs,
and I was astonished when she confided that you could go about it differen-
-tly. [1215] I wonder what she meaⁿt exactly. [1216] Perhaps after all she put me in
her rectum. [1217] A matter of complete indifference to me, I needⁿ't tell you.

[1218] But is it true love, in the rectum? [1219] That's what ^[⁁]bothers me sometimes.
[1220] Have I never known love, after all^? [1221] She too was an eminently flat woman
and she moved with short stiff steps, leaning on an ebony stick. [1222] Perhaps
she too was a man, ^{yet another of them.}. [1223] But in that case surely our testicles would
have collided, while we writhed. [1224] Perhaps she held hers tight in her hand,