And she carried him, as the sea will carry a boat : with a slow, rocking and rising and falling motion, barely suggestive of the violence of the deep. Then, from the centre of his rising storm, very slowly and deliberately, he began the slow ride home. For a moment he thought she was going to scream, she was so tight and caught her breath so sharply, and stiffened so. Then, after a long, high time, while he shook beneath every accelerating tremor of her body, he forced her beneath him and he entered her. Her fingers opened his shirt to the navel, her tongue burned his neck and his chest and his hands pushed up her skirt and caressed the inside of her tighs. Part of him was worried about the host and the hostess and the other people in the room but another part of him could not stop the crazy thing which had begun. He held her tightly at the hip and the shoulder. He gently lowered them to the floor, pulling her on top of him. He got hung up on her breasts, standing out like mounds of yellow cream, and the tough, brown, tasty nipples, playing and nuzzling and nibbling while she moaned and whimpered and her knees sagged. Everything seemed to take a very long time. He tried, with himself, to make amends for what he was doing – for what he was doing to her. Yes, he was feeling very high everything he did he watched himself doing, and he began to feel a tenderness for Leona which he had not expected to feel. Le Devoir de violence, de Yambo OUOLOGUEM pp.55-56 James Baldwin, Baldwin, Ouologuem, Another Country, Le Devoir de Violence, Devoir, Violence Another Country de James BALDWIN – pp.16-17
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