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Publisher's dedication : "......to the twelve jurors who returned a verdict of 'Not Guilty' [on 2 November, 1960] and thus made D.H. Lawrence's last novel available for the first time to the public in the United Kindom"  | |
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Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.  Náš věk je v podstatě tragický, a tak ho odmítáme tragicky brát.  | |
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Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new litle habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble ver the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.  Katastrofa se přehnala, stojíme mezi troskami, začínáme si budovat nová bydlišťátka, chovat nové nadějičky. Je to pořádná dřina: do budoucnosti dnes nevede žádná hladká silnice, místo toho obcházíme nebo přelézáme překážky. Musíme žít bez ohledu na to, kolik obloh se nám zhroutilo. (s. 7)  The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infnitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the matter. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs.  Daly se tedy darem, každá tomu mládenci, se kterým vedla nejchytřejší a nejdůvěrnější diskuse. Diskuse a debaty byly to hlavní; milování a tělesné spojení bylo jen jakýmsi návratem k primitivitě s určitou dávkou zklamání. (s. 10)  "No, I don't hate you," she said. "I think you're nice." - "Ah!" he said to her fiercely, "I'd rather you said that to me than said you love me! It means such a lot more..."  Čas plynul. Ať se dělo cokoli, nedělo se nic, poněvadž byla tak nádherně mimo kontakt... Čas plynul jako na hodinách, najednou je půl deváté místo půl osmé. (s. 27)  The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There's lots of good fish in the sea... maybe... but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.  O světě se předpokládá, že je plný možností, ale v nejosobnější zkušenosti se jejich počet zúží na několik docela málo. V moři je spousta dobrých ryb... dejme tomu..., ale v ohromné většině jsou to zřejmě makrely a sledě, a když nejste sami makrela nebo sleď, najdete patrně v moři těch dobrých ryb pramálo. (s. 42)  "I can't see I do a woman any more harm by sleeping with her than by dancing with her... or even talking to her about the weather. It's just an interchange of sensations instead of ideas, so why not?"  Jestli s nějakou ženskou máš ty pravé společné pocity a sympatie, je přímo tvoje povinnost vyspat se s ní... Jediná slušná věc v tom případě je vlézt si s ní do postele. Právě tak jako když máš zájem promluvit si s někým, jediná slušná věc je dát se s ním do řeči. Nestrčíš si přece upejpavě jazyk mezi zuby a nebudeš se do něho kousat. (s. 46)  "If you HAVE the proper sort of emotion or sympathy with a woman, you OUGHT to sleep with her," said May. "It's the only decent thing, to go to bed with her. Just as, when you are interested talking to someone, the only decent thing is to have the talk out."  Intelektuálně věřím v dobré srdce, v čilý penis, v živou inteligenci a v odvahu říci "hovno" před dámou. (s. 54)
 Perhaps the human soul needs excursions, and must not be denied them. But the point of an excursion is that you come home again.  Lidská duše možná potřebuje výlety a nesmějí jí být odepírány. Ale pointa takového výletu je, že se z něho člověk vrací domů. (s. 60)  It was the last bit of passion left in these men: the passion for making a display.  Některé věci se poskvrnit nedají. Nemůžete poskvrnit konzervu sardinek. A tolik žen je podobných, i mužů. (s. 125)  "A woman wants you to like her and talk to her, and at the same time love her and desire her; and it seems to me the two things are mutually exclusive."- "But they shouldn't be!" - "No doubt water ought not to be so wet as it is; it overdoes it in wetness. But there it is! I like women and talk to them, and therefore I don't love them and desire them. The two things don't happen at the same time in me." - "I think they ought to."  Vidíš, tolik slov, poněvadž se tě nemůžu dotknout. Kdybych mohl spát s tebou v náručí, inkoust by mohl zůstat v kalamáři. (s. 402)  All the great words, it seemed to Connie, were cancelled for her generation: love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband, all these great, dynamic words were half dead now, and dying from day to day. Home was a place you lived in, love was a thing you didn't fool yourself about, joy was a word you applied to a good Charleston, happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people, a father was an individual who enjoyed his own existence, a husband was a man you lived with and kept going in spirits. As for sex, the last of the great words, it was just a cocktail term for an excitement that bucked you up for a while, then left you more raggy than ever. Frayed! It was as if the very material you were made of was cheap stuff, and was fraying out to nothing.
All that really remained was a stubborn stoicism: and in that there was a certain pleasure. In the very experience of the nothingness of life, phase after phase, étape after étape, there was a certain grisly satisfaction. So that's that! Always this was the last utterance: home, love, marriage, Michaelis: So that's that! And when one died, the last words to life would be: So that's that!  It seemed as if most of the `really good' men just missed the bus. After all you only lived one life, and if you missed the bus, you were just left on the pavement, along with the rest of the failures.  "A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it."  Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society was insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first.  | |
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Perhaps the most famous of Lawrence's novels, the 1928 Lady Chatterley's Lover is no longer distinguished for the once-shockingly explicit treatment of its subject matter--the adulterous affair between a sexually unfulfilled upper-class married woman and the game keeper who works for the estate owned by her wheelchaired husband. Now that we're used to reading about sex, and seeing it in the movies, it's apparent that the novel is memorable for better reasons: namely, that Lawrence was a masterful and lyrical writer, whose story takes us bodily into the world of its characters.
(retrieved from Amazon Thu, 03 Jan 2013 01:14:17 -0500) (see all 7 descriptions) ▾Library descriptions "This...text...chronicles the affair between Constance Chatterley and the gamekeeper Mellors and includes the author's "A Propos of Lady Chatterley's Lover," his final thoughts on the male-female relationship in the modern world." » see all 9 descriptions
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The book starts with rather dismay or low situation, makes you think, the ending has to be lifted up, 'cause the chances are just higher at the other half. Clifford and Connie both were struggling in their settings, or in the chasm between their idealisms and their realities. Both painfully realized how repulsive or disgusting the reality was, both pursuing their ideal "kingdom". Though Clifford started out actively, Connie passively. She was doubting from beginning (not very beginning though, otherwise she wouldn't marry him) that his effort could get him anywhere. At the end, Clifford sank hopelessly in his own helplessness, which was reflected by his strange relationship with Mrs. Bolton. Connie, though, wakened by the ecstasy of sensual world, actively sought after the new relationship between her and Mellors.
In one way, Lawrence definitely expressed his view of pure intellectual - cold, dry, lifeless and hopeless - in the character of Clifford, who was intelligent in many ways but totally disconnected from the sensual world, because of his disability. I don't think he meant that a person with disability would lead a lifeless life. He just used Clifford as an experiment to test out his theory, that pure intellectual can't save a wrecked life. Especially, at later part of the book, it described more of Clifford's vacancy of his soul. Like Connie's father said "there is nothing in it". Later he invested his intellectual power into coal mining, despite the success, but it can't even be used to maintain his class "dignity" (What a blow to learn that Connie preferred Mellors to him!)
Connie with her instincts, eventually penetrated his intellectual nothingness. Her attitude toward him changed from a little fear and admiration at the beginning to despise and hate at the end. She had much richer world of consciousness than Clifford's, which situated her at superior position at the end (she understood the world of Clifford but not vice versa). The world of consciousness is the spiritual world in my opinion. Though religion wasn't even touched in the whole book. I wonder what was Lawrence's view regarding spiritual and religion.
The consciousness of characters in the book was expressed mostly in form of narratives. The narrator penetrated the characters' consciousness in way of omnipotence. The characters themselves sometimes are not even aware of his/her own limitations. This is probably the details I enjoyed the most. The subtleties of every turn of human thoughts, naturally flow with the characters, each in its own cunning way, and inevitable by their circumstances.
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"You and I are married, no matter what happens to us, We have the habit of each other. And habit, to my thinking, is more vital than any occasional excitement. The long, slow, enduring thing ..."
"Connie sat and listened in a sort of wonder, and a sort of fear...The long slow habit of intimacy, formed through years of suffering and patience..."
At intellectual level, Clifford probably believed such thing. But at deeper level, he himself was not sure. This was the product of his brain during the moment of its peak performance, which can't be maintained. Connie's reaction was unpredictable, at least to me, until it was spelled out so naturally by the narrator.
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"He thought how handsome she looked, but also he shrank from her...He sat square and well-groomed in his chair, his hair sleek and blond, and his face fresh, his blue eyes pale, and a little prominent, his expression inscrutable, but well-bred. Hilda thought it sulky and stupid, and he waited. He had an air of aplomb, but Hilda didn't care what he had an air of;..."
How beautifully the narrator drew the image of Clifford: confident appearance, though low self-esteem inside; longing to impress Hilda, though really afraid to get closer...
There were hundreds of these subtle details, sometimes I do feel I had the exactly the same inner workings. Lawrence definitely studied the psychology of his character carefully, since they were so real, and falling to their places so naturally. It was one of the true treasures of the book.
Mellors had a pessimistic view of the world through his own sufferings. Connie had an apparent optimistic view of the new relationship. Conflicts would be inevitable, but they were no longer Lawrence's concern. His job was done: raising their hopes. If that hope is another illusion, or isn't strong enough to uphold life's many tragedies, then that's up to other authors to prove or disprove it.
But how did the sensual experience change Connie's perspective of life? I still don't have a convincing answer. The best I can get is: people's warmheartedness is just appearance, when relationship is getting closer, more and more ugliness would sink any naively conceived relation-ship, then how do you know the true noble heart? the warmhearted to the core? I guess, through the most intimate act - sex. (