Lady Chatterley's Lover: The Complete and Unexpurgated 1928 Orioli Edition

Lady Chatterley's Lover: The Complete and Unexpurgated 1928 Orioli Edition

D. H. Lawrence

Language: English

Pages: 292

ISBN: B000Q30H72

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Inspired by the long-standing affair between D. H. Lawrence’s German wife and an Italian peasant, Lady Chatterley’s Lover follows the intense passions of Constance Chatterley. Trapped in an unhappy marriage to an aristocratic mine owner whose war wounds have left him paralyzed and impotent, Constance enters into a liaison with the gamekeeper Mellors. Frank Kermode called the book D. H. Lawrence’s “great achievement,” Anaïs Nin described it as “his best novel,” and Archibald MacLeish hailed it as “one of the most important works of fiction of the century.” Along with an incisive Introduction by Kathryn Harrison, this Modern Library edition includes the transcript of the judge’s decision in the famous 1959 obscenity trial that allowed Lady Chatterley’s Lover to be published in the United States.

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good working order, for the sake of his business, and the usual young person who spends much time on keeping fit does so as a rule out of self-conscious self-absorption, narcissism. The mind has a stereotyped set of ideas and “feelings,” and the body is made to act up, like a trained dog: to beg for sugar, whether it wants sugar or whether it doesn’t, to shake hands when it would dearly like to snap the hand it has to shake. The body of men and women today is just a trained dog. And of no one is

way. She looked up at him quickly. “Why should I?” she asked. “They mostly do,” he said; then he caught himself up. “I mean…a woman is supposed to.” “This is the last moment when I ought to hate you,” she said resentfully. “I know! I know! It should be so! You’re frightfully good to me…” he cried miserably. She wondered why he should be miserable. “Won’t you sit down again?” she said. He glanced at the door. “Sir Clifford!” he said, “Won’t he…won’t he be…?” She paused a moment to consider.

spell of fine weather Clifford, too, decided to go to the wood. The wind was cold, but not so tiresome, and the sunshine was like life itself, warm and full. “It’s amazing,” said Connie, “how different one feels when there’s a really fresh fine day. Usually one feels the very air is half dead. People are killing the very air.” “Do you think people are doing it?” he asked. “I do. The steam of so much boredom, and discontent and anger out of all the people, just kills the vitality in the air.

his stories for the populace of pleasure. And he had caught on. But beneath the populace of pleasure lay the populace of work, grim, grimey, and rather terrible. They too had to have their providers. And it was a much grimmer business, providing for the populace of work, than for the populace of pleasure. While he was doing his stories, and “getting on” in the world, Tevershall was going to the wall. He realised now that the bitch-goddess of success had two main appetites: one for flattery,

“What’s amiss wi’ thee then? Art upset because there’s somebody else here? Tha’rt a female, tha art! Go an’ eat thy supper.” He put his hand on her head, and the bitch leaned her head sideways against him. He slowly, softly pulled the long silky ear. “There!” he said. “There! Go an’ eat thy supper! Go!” He tilted his chair towards the pot on the mat, and the dog meekly went, and fell to eating. “Do you like dogs?” Connie asked him. “No, not really. They’re too tame and clinging.” He had

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