The men looked what they were, British to the bone; no one could take them for any other nation a mile off. Clean, straight, thin, sunburnt, clear-eyes, all at their Active Service best, no pallid rolls of fat on their faces like the French.
as the work became still lighter and the weather still warmer, we too had our sex-incidents
from the constant handling of their lean, muscular bodies, I came to understand the essential cleanliness, the innate nobility, of sexual love on its physical side.
Short of actually going to bed with them, there was hardly an intimate service that I did not perform for one or another in the course of four years, and I still have reason to be thankful for the knowledge of masculine functioning which the care of them gave me, and for my early release for the sex-inhibitions
Throughout my two decades of life, I have never looked upon the nude body of an adult male; I had never even seen a naked boy-child since the nursery days when, at the age of four or five, I used to share my evening baths with Edward.
almost every girl left school with only two ambitions-to return at the first possible moment to impress her school-fellows with the glory of a grown-up toilette, and to get engaged before everybody else.
there is a frightful compromise which generates a sense of impropriety in the act of witnessing, of the nurse registering the shame of the patient at his awareness of the nurse's knowledge.
men's bodies are like clothes to be mended, food to be cooked, metal to be beaten back to shape.
vertiginous movement between abjection and desire, the shattered ruins of the battlefields and the longing for that one perfect body.
does physical revulsion induce a reciprocal need for physical union, even erotic contact, as if only the coming together of healthy bodies in a context of wholeness and pleasure could sooth the daily assault on the most intimate of human senses?