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Lady Chatterley’s Lover

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Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Erotic novel by D. H. Lawrence, First published by Giuseppe Orioli, Florence, 1928.

  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover

    Lady Chatterley’s Lover - 1

    Erotic novel (1928). — Chapter 1

    par David Herbert Lawrence

    ‘Clifford married Connie, nevertheless, and had his month’s honeymoon with her. It was the terrible year 1917, and they were intimate as two people who stand together on a sinking ship. He had been virgin when he married: and the sex part did not mean much to him. They were so close, he and she, apart from that. And Connie exulted a little in this intimacy which was beyond sex, and beyond a man’s ’satisfaction’. Clifford anyhow was not just keen on his ’satisfaction’, as so many men seemed to be. No, the intimacy was deeper, more personal than that. And sex was merely an accident, or an adjunct, one of the curious obsolete, organic processes which persisted in its own clumsiness, but was not really necessary. Though Connie did want children: if only to fortify her against her sister-in-law Emma.
    But early in 1918 Clifford was shipped home smashed, and there was no child. And Sir Geoffrey died of chagrin.’ (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover).

  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover

    Lady Chatterley’s Lover - 2

    Erotic novel (1928). — Chapter 2

    par David Herbert Lawrence

    ‘So the men, especially those no longer young, were very nice to her indeed. But, knowing what torture poor Clifford would feel at the slightest sign of flirting on her part, she gave them no encouragement at all. She was quiet and vague, she had no contact with them and intended to have none. Clifford was extraordinarily proud of himself.
    His relatives treated her quite kindly. She knew that the kindliness indicated a lack of fear, and that these people had no respect for you unless you could frighten them a little. But again she had no contact. She let them be kindly and disdainful, she let them feel they had no need to draw their steel in readiness. She had no real connexion with them.
    Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact. She and Clifford lived in their ideas and his books. She entertained… there were always people in the house. Time went on as the clock does, half past eight instead of half past seven.’ (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover).

  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover

    Lady Chatterley’s Lover - 3

    Erotic novel (1928). — Chapter 3

    par David Herbert Lawrence

    ‘And enough to give her a subtle sort of self-assurance, something blind and a little arrogant. It was an almost mechanical confidence in her own powers, and went with a great cheerfulness.
    She was terrifically cheerful at Wragby. And she used all her aroused cheerfulness and satisfaction to stimulate Clifford, so that he wrote his best at this time, and was almost happy in his strange blind way. He really reaped the fruits of the sensual satisfaction she got out of Michaelis’ male passivity erect inside her. But of course he never knew it, and if he had, he wouldn’t have said thank you!
    Yet when those days of her grand joyful cheerfulness and stimulus were gone, quite gone, and she was depressed and irritable, how Clifford longed for them again! Perhaps if he’d known he might even have wished to get her and Michaelis together again.’ (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover).

  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover

    Lady Chatterley’s Lover - 4

    Erotic novel (1928). — Chapter 4

    par David Herbert Lawrence

    ‘The men resented it… she should have pretended to hear nothing. They hated her admitting she had attended so closely to such talk.
    ’My God! ’’ If they be not nice to me what care I how nice they be?’’
    ’No, it’s hopeless! I just simply can’t vibrate in unison with a woman. There’s no woman I can really want when I’m faced with her, and I’m not going to start forcing myself to it… My God, no! I’ll remain as I am, and lead the mental life. It’s the only honest thing I can do. I can be quite happy talking to women; but it’s all pure, hopelessly pure. Hopelessly pure! What do you say, Hildebrand, my chicken?’
    ’It’s much less complicated if one stays pure,’ said Berry.
    ’Yes, life is all too simple!’’ (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover).

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