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Then she laid her cheek on his belly, and pressed her arm round his warm, silent loins. "Tell me you want a child, in hope!" she murmured, pressing her face against his belly.

"Tell me you do!" "Why!" he said at last: and she felt the curious quiver of changing consciousness and relaxation going through his body. "Why, I've thought sometimes if one but tried, here among th' colliers even! If a man could say to 'em: Dunna think o' nowt but th' money. Let's not live for money." She softly rubbed her cheek on his belly, and gathered his balls in her hand. The penis stirred softly, with strange life, but did not rise up. Let's not live ter make money, neither for us-selves nor for anybody else. We're forced to make a models demonstrating sex positions bit for us-selves, an' a fair lot for th' bosses. Bit by bit, let's drop the whole industrial life, an' go back.

For everybody, me an' you, bosses an' masters, even th' king. Just make up your mind to it, an' you've got out models demonstrating sex positions o' th' mess." He paused, then went on: "An' I'd tell 'em: Look!

He's clumsy, he's ugly, because he's niver willin' to rouse himself. one shoulder higher than t'other, legs twisted, feet all lumps!

What have yer done ter yerselves, wi' the blasted work? Yer ought ter be alive an' beautiful, an' yer ugly an' half dead. An' I'd get my men to wear different clothes: 'appen close red trousers, bright red, an' little short white jackets. Why, if men had red, fine legs, that alone would change them in a month. Because if once the men walked with legs close bright scarlet, and buttocks nice and showing scarlet under a little white jacket: then the woman 'ud begin to be women.

It's because th' men _aren't_ men, that th' women have to be.--An' in time pull down Tevershall and build a few beautiful buildings, that would hold us all. An' not have many children, because the world is overcrowded. "But I wouldn't preach to the men: only strip 'em an' say: Look at yourselves!

That's because it was built while you was working for money.

They don't care about you, you don't care about them. It's because you've spent your time working an' caring for money.

You can't talk nor move nor live, you can't properly be with a woman.

Look at yourselves!" There fell a complete silence. Connie was half listening, and threading in the hair at the root of his belly a few forget-me-nots that she had gathered on the way to the hut. Outside, the world had gone still, and a little icy.

"On your models demonstrating sex positions chest it's nearly black, and your hair isn't dark on your head: but your moustache is hard and dark red, and your hair here, your love-hair, is like a little bush of bright red-gold mistletoe. It's the loveliest of all!" He looked down and saw the milky bits of forget-me-nots in the hair on his groin. There'models demonstrating sex positions s where to put forget-me-nots, in the man-hair, or the maiden-hair. But don't you care about the future?" She looked up at him. "Because when I feel the human world is doomed, has doomed itself by its own mingy beastliness, then I feel the Colonies aren't far enough. The moon wouldn'models demonstrating sex positions t be far enough, because even there you could look back and see the earth, dirty, beastly, unsavoury among all the stars: made foul by men. Then I feel I've swallowed gall, and it's eating my inside out, and nowhere's far enough away to get away. Though it's a shame, what's been done to people these last hundred years: men turned into nothing but labour-insects, and all their manhood taken away, and all their real life.