The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence:|
with a sort of horror; she felt she was living underground. Then she
got used to them. And in the morning it rained.
Clifford professed to like Wragby better than London. This country had
a grim will of its own, and the people had guts. Connie wondered what
else they had: certainly neither eyes nor minds. The people were as
haggard, shapeless, and dreary as the countryside, and as unfriendly.
Only there was something in their deep-mouthed slurring of the dialect,
and the thresh-thresh of their hob-nailed pit-boots as they trailed
home in gangs on the asphalt from work, that was terrible and a bit
There had been no welcome home for the young squire, no festivities, no
Lady Chatterley's Lover