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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: the rain, and short and sharp, he took her, short and sharp and
finished, like an animal.
He got up in an instant, wiping the rain from his eyes.
'Come in,' he said, and they started running back to the hut. He ran
straight and swift: he didn't like the rain. But she came slower,
gathering forget-me-nots and campion and bluebells, running a few steps
and watching him fleeing away from her.
When she came with her flowers, panting to the hut, he had already
started a fire, and the twigs were crackling. Her sharp breasts rose
and fell, her hair was plastered down with rain, her face was flushed
ruddy and her body glistened and trickled. Wide-eyed and breathless,
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
