David Herbert Lawrence

And, hav­ing an end house, she en­joyed a kind of ar­is­to­cracy among the other wo­men of the “between

pro­spect of her life made her feel as if she were bur­ied alive.

, hav­ing an end house, she en­joyed a kind of ar­is­to­cracy among the other wo­men of the “between”

the pro­spect of her life made her feel as if she were bur­ied alive.

What have I to do with all this? Even the child I am go­ing to have! It doesn’t seem as if I were taken into ac­coun

“A man will part with any­thing so long as he’s drunk, and you’re drunk along with him,”

They’re my houses, those two,” said the mother-in-law. “And not clear either. It’s as much as I can do to keep the mort­gage in­terest paid.”

to have a hus­band as takes all the worry of the money, and leaves you a free hand.”

“You’re al­ways beg­ging things to love you,” he said, “as if you were a beg­gar for love.

“You don’t want to love—your eternal and ab­nor­mal crav­ing is to be loved. You aren’t pos­it­ive, you’re neg­at­ive. You ab­sorb, ab­sorb, as if you must fill your­self up with love, be­cause you’ve got a short­age some­where.”