I don't know as I get what D. H. Lawrence is driving at when he writes of lust springing from the bowels or do I it could be the bowels of the earth to lie flat on the earth in spring, summer or winter is sexy you feel it stirring deep down slowly up to you and sometimes it gives you a little nudge in the crotch that's very sexy and when someone looks sort of raggedy and dirty like Paulette Goddard in Modern Times it's exciting, it isn't usual or attractive perhaps D.H.L. is thinking of the darkness certainly the crotch is light and I suppose any part of us that can only be seen by others is a dark part I feel that about the small of my back, too and the nape of my neck they are dark they are erotic zones as in the tropics whereas Paris is straightforward and bright about it all a coal miner has kind of a sexy occupation though I'm sure it's painful down there but so is lust of light we can never have enough but how would we find it unless the darkness urged us on and into it I am dark except when now and then it all comes clear and I can see myself as others luckily sometimes see me in a good light