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Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence - Restored Modern Edition Paperback – August 1, 2009
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Excerpt from Lady Chatterley's Lover - Restored Modern Edition
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He went down again into the darkness and seclusion of the wood. But he knew that the seclusion of the wood was illusory. The industrial noises broke the solitude, the sharp lights, though unseen, mocked it. A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits. And now he had taken the woman, and brought on himself a new cycle of pain and doom. For he knew by experience what it meant.
It was not woman's fault, nor even love's fault, nor the fault of sex. The fault lay there, out there, in those evil electric lights and diabolical rattlings of engines. There, in the world of the mechanical greedy, greedy mechanism and mechanized greed, sparkling with lights and gushing hot metal and roaring with traffic, there lay the vast evil thing, ready to destroy whatever did not conform. Soon it would destroy the wood, and the bluebells would spring no more. All vulnerable things must perish under the rolling and running of iron.
He thought with infinite tenderness of the woman. Poor forlorn thing, she was nicer than she knew, and oh! so much too nice for the tough lot she was in contact with. Poor thing, she too had some of the vulnerability of the wild hyacinths, she wasn't all tough rubber-goods and platinum, like the modern girl. And they would do her in! As sure as life, they would do her in, as they do in all naturally tender life. Tender! Somewhere she was tender, tender with a tenderness of the growing hyacinths, something that has gone out of the celluloid women of today. But he would protect her with his heart for a little while. For a little while, before the insentient iron world and the Mammon of mechanized greed did them both in, her as well as him.
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The evils of civilization and industrialization had different forms than they do today but are recognizable.
There are bits of local vernacular English of that place and time that Lawrence preserved for our amusement.
Apparently his working title was "Tenderness", and the introduction of one edition says that he would have done better to keep that, because the old fashioned sound of the actual title was an irony that many did not appreciate. It is a 20th century love story, perhaps the most significant such.
This old paperback printing has type that is a bit small.
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