1 His very stillness was peaceful.
2 So I love chastity now, because it is the peace that comes of fucking.
3 But this winter I'll stick to my little Pentecost flame, and have some peace.
4 It was the moment of pure peace for him, the entry into the body of the woman.
5 It was gone, the resistance was gone, and she began to melt in a marvellous peace.
6 He was so much more peaceful in love than she was, and she wanted him to reassure her.
7 My soul softly flaps in the little Pentecost flame with you, like the peace of fucking.
8 And he had to come in to her at once, to enter the peace on earth of her soft, quiescent body.
9 And her terror subsided in her breast, her breast dared to be gone in peace, she held nothing.
10 I love this chastity, which is the pause of peace of our fucking, between us now like a snowdrop of forked white fire.
11 And when he came into her, with an intensification of relief and consummation that was pure peace to him, still she was waiting.
12 But it came with a strange slow thrust of peace, the dark thrust of peace and a ponderous, primordial tenderness, such as made the world in the beginning.
13 What a misery to be like Don Juan, and impotent ever to fuck oneself into peace, and the little flame alight, impotent and unable to be chaste in the cool between-whiles, as by a river.