from "The French Lieutenant's Woman" by Harold Pinter, winner of the 2005 Nobel Prize in Literature

Soon he no longer bothered
to hide the nature of his intensions towards me.
Nor could I pretend surprise.
My innocence was false
from the moment I chose to stay.
I could tell you that he overpowered me,
he drugged me.
But it was not so...
I gave myself to him.