

An excerpt from D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover (1926)
"But what do you believe in?" she insisted.
"I don't know."
"Nothing, like all the men I've ever known," she said.
They were both silent. Then he roused himself and said:
"Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy."
"But you don't fuck me cold-heartedly," she protested.
"I don't want to fuck you at all. My heart's as cold as cold potatoes just now."
"Oh!" she said, kissing him mockingly. "Let's have them sautéed."
He laughed, and sat erect.