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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: domiciled in Tevershall.
I repeat this from hearsay, as Mellors has not come to me personally. I
had this particular bit of local garbage from our garbage bird, our
ibis, our scavenging turkey-buzzard, Mrs Bolton. I would not have
repeated it had she not exclaimed: her Ladyship will go no more to the
wood if THATwoman's going to be about!
I like your picture of Sir Malcolm striding into the sea with white
hair blowing and pink flesh glowing. I envy you that sun. Here it
rains. But I don't envy Sir Malcolm his inveterate mortal carnality.
However, it suits his age. Apparently one grows more carnal and more
mortal as one grows older. Only youth has a taste of immortality--
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
