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David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover

  • Milica Dragicevicciteerde uit6 maanden geleden
    Connie went to the wood directly after lunch. It was really a lovely day, the first dandelions making suns, the first daisies so white. The hazel thicket was a lace-work, of half-open leaves, and the last dusty perpendicular of the catkins. Yellow celandines now were in crowds, flat open, pressed back in urgency, and the yellow glitter of themselves. It was the yellow, the powerful yellow of early summer. And primroses were broad, and full of pale abandon, thick-clustered primroses no longer shy. The lush, dark green of hyacinths was a sea, with buds rising like pale corn, while in the riding the forget-me-nots were fluffing up, and columbines were unfolding their ink-purple ruches, and there were bits of blue bird's eggshell under a bush. Everywhere the bud-knots and the leap of life!
  • Katya Varlamovaciteerde uit9 jaar geleden
    ‘And what sort of a good time?’ asked Connie, gazing on him still with a sort of amazement, that looked like thrill; and underneath feeling nothing at all.
  • b8992637631citeerde uit3 dagen geleden
    the actual sex-thrill within the body, the sisters nearly succumbed to the strange male power. But quickly they recovered themselves, took the sex-thrill as a sensation, and remained free. Whereas the men, in gratitude to the woman for the sex experience, let their souls go out to her. And afterwards looked rather as if they had lost a shilling and found sixpence. Connie's man could be a bit sulky, and Hilda's a bit jeering. But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.
  • b8992637631citeerde uit3 dagen geleden
    The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far
  • Диана Ваисоваciteerde uit10 dagen geleden
    e only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the matter. They insisted on the sex thing like dog
  • Диана Ваисоваciteerde uit10 dagen geleden
    they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
  • susyyneitorciteerde uit8 maanden geleden
    But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don’t have them they hate you because you won’t; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can’t be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваciteerde uitvorig jaar
    The gay excitement had gone out of the war…dead. Too
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваciteerde uitvorig jaar
    The gay excitement had gone out of the war…dead.
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваciteerde uitvorig jaar
    In fact everything was a little ridiculous, or very ridiculous: certainly everything connected with authority, whether it were in the army or the government or the universities, was ridiculous to a degree.
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