“My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. What do I care about knowledge. All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling intervention of mind, or moral, or what-not.”
– DH Lawrence, born this date in 1885.
Writing prompt: Write a scene in which your protagonist’s blood ignores her/his intellect’s bit and bridle.
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