"Her tormented modern-woman’s brain still had no rest. Was it real? And she knew, if she gave herself to the man, it was
real. But if she kept herself for herself it was nothing. She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she
could bear the burden of herself no more. She was to be had for the taking. To be had for the taking."
-Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence.
