Lawrence, “Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.” ― D. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.” ― D. Lawrence, “His body was urgent against her, and she didn't have the heart anymore to fight... He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her.
The author died in 1930, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 80 years or less.
This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
The story feels truncated and you sense there is still more to be said about class warfare, sexless marriages and a woman's sexuality among other things.
All three leads play their parts well but it is Happy Valley's James Norton who stands out as a man refusing to let circumstance determine his fate.
The publication of the book caused a scandal due to its explicit sex scenes, including previously banned four-letter words, and perhaps particularly because the lovers were a working-class male and an aristocratic female.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 19 (inclusive) without a copyright notice.
Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination.
She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him.
But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone.
Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her.