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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: is all alike: kill off the human reality, a quid for every foreskin,
two quid for each pair of balls. What is cunt but
machine-fucking!--It's all alike. Pay 'em money to cut off the world's
cock. Pay money, money, money to them that will take spunk out of
mankind, and leave 'em all little twiddling machines.'
He sat there in the hut, his face pulled to mocking irony. Yet even
then, he had one ear set backwards, listening to the storm over the
wood. It made him feel so alone.
'But won't it ever come to an end?' she said.
'Ay, it will. It'll achieve its own salvation. When the last real man
is killed, and they're ALL tame: white, black, yellow, all colours of
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