David Herbert Lawrence

'Then we'll try jiu-jitsu. Only you can't do much in a starched shirt.'

'Then let us strip, and do it properly. Hold a minute--' He rang the

bell, and waited for the butler.

'Bring a couple of sandwiches and a syphon,' he said to the man, 'and

then don't trouble me any more tonight--or let anybody else.'

The man went. Gerald turned to Birkin with his eyes lighted.

'And you used to wrestle with a Jap?' he said. 'Did you strip?'

'Sometimes.'

'You did! What was he like then, as a wrestler?'

'Good, I believe. I am no judge. He was very quick and slippery and

full of electric fire. It is a remarkable thing, what a curious sort of

fluid force they seem to have in them, those people not like a human

grip--like a polyp--'

Gerald nodded.

'I should imagine so,' he said, 'to look at them. They repel me,

rather.'

'Repel and attract, both. They are very repulsive when they are cold,

and they look grey. But when they are hot and roused, there is a

definite attraction--a curious kind of full electric fluid--like eels.'

'Well--yes--probably.'

The man brought in the tray and set it down.

'Don't come in any more,' said Gerald.

The door closed.

'Well then,' said Gerald; 'shall we strip and begin? Will you have a

drink first?'

'No, I don't want one.'

'Neither do I.'

Gerald fastened the door and pushed the furniture aside. The room was

large, there was plenty of space, it was thickly carpeted. Then he

quickly threw off his clothes, and waited for Birkin. The latter, white

and thin, came over to him. Birkin was more a presence than a visible

object, Gerald was aware of him completely, but not really visually.

Whereas Gerald himself was concrete and noticeable, a piece of pure

final substance.

'Now,' said Birkin, 'I will show you what I learned, and what I

remember. You let me take you so--' And his hands closed on the naked

body of the other man. In another moment, he had Gerald swung over

lightly and balanced against his knee, head downwards. Relaxed, Gerald

sprang to his feet with eyes glittering.

'That's smart,' he said. 'Now try again.'

So the two men began to struggle together. They were very dissimilar.

Birkin was tall and narrow, his bones were very thin and fine. Gerald

was much heavier and more plastic. His bones were strong and round, his

limbs were rounded, all his contours were beautifully and fully

moulded. He seemed to stand with a proper, rich weight on the face of

the earth, whilst Birkin seemed to have the centre of gravitation in

his own middle. And Gerald had a rich, frictional kind of strength,

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