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It was that that really made Connie lose her power to see him detached from herself.


But, determined to build himself a monument of a reputation quickly, he used any handy rubble in the making. They sang the Wandervogel songs, and they were free. But she had to be there. Or the joint-property, make-a-success-of-it, My-husband-my-wife sort of love? Thou shalt have men to talk to!

Lady Chatterley's Lover

Yet Clifford did not hesitate. We can only do our bit. Only Clifford and his books, which did not exist Because I infinitely prefer the spontaneous spite to the concocted sugaries; now they are poison; when I begin saying what a fine fellow Clifford is, etc.

To her it meant nothing except that she gave herself to him. Do you mean that sort of love? And patches of blackness where the woodmen had burned the brushwood and rubbish. The Bolshevists will have the finest army in the world in a very short time, with the finest mechanical equipment.

It thrilled inside her body, in her womb, somewhere, till she felt she must jump into water and swim to get away from it; a mad restlessness. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs. What could you do with such a place, but leave it alone!

It was she, Emma, who should be bringing forth the stories, these books, with him; the Chatterley stories, something new in the world, that they, the Chatterleys, had put there. There was no breaking down his external man. His eyes narrowed a little, with irony, perhaps with impudence.

Their interests had never ceased to flow together over his work. Was that not terrible? They appeared in the most modern magazines, and were praised and blamed as usual.

She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: I must say it makes one prefer Buddha, quietly sitting under a bo-tree, or Jesus, telling his disciples little Sunday stories, peacefully, and without any mental fireworks. It was as if her whole soul and body and sex had to rouse up and pass into theme stories of his.

Everything was ridiculous, quite true. Instead of men kissing you, and touching you with their bodies, they revealed their minds to you. What do you say, Hildebrand, my chicken? It was great fun!

He sent a servant to ask, could he be of any service to Lady Chatterley: He had pushed his way by sheer instinct and sheerer effrontery on to the stage and to the front of it, with his plays. He could wheel himself about in a wheeled chair, and he had a bath-chair with a small motor attachment, so he could drive himself slowly round the garden and into the fine melancholy park, of which he was really so proud, though he pretended to be flippant about it.

He had caught the public. He stood his ground, without any attempt at conciliation. Sometimes indigestion interferes with me. He was going quickly downhill. When they came to the top of the rise he stopped; he would not risk the long and very jolty down-slope. Across the park ran a path to the wood-gate, a fine ribbon of pink.

It just went on. She was perfectly dim and dazed, looking down in a sort of amazement at the rather tender nape of his neck, feeling his face pressing her thighs.

She would never forgive Connie for ousting her from her union in consciousness with her brother. Ungrateful and never satisfied. Mongrel and bounder or not, he jumped to his own conclusions.Download-Theses Mercredi 10 juin Title, Author, free ebooks, ebook, etext. Chapter 1. Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.

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