Women in Love (Barnes & Noble Classics S - D. H. Lawrence [0]
FROM THE PAGES OFWOMEN IN LOVE
Title Page
Copyright Page
D. H. LAWRENCE
THE WORLD OF D. H. LAWRENCEAND WOMEN IN LOVE
Introduction
Foreword
CHAPTER I - Sisters
CHAPTER II - Shortlands
CHAPTER III - Class-Room
CHAPTER IV - Diver
CHAPTER V - In the Train
CHAPTER VI - Crème de Menthe
CHAPTER VII - Totem
CHAPTER VIII - Breadalby
CHAPTER IX - Coal-Dust
CHAPTER X - Sketch-Book
CHAPTER XI - An Island
CHAPTER XII - Carpeting
CHAPTER XIII - Mino
CHAPTER XIV - Water-Party
CHAPTER XV - Sunday Evening
CHAPTER XVI - Man to Man
CHAPTER XVII - The Industrial Magnate
CHAPTER XVIII - Rabbit
CHAPTER XIX - Moony
CHAPTER XX - Gladiatorial
CHAPTER XXI - Threshold
CHAPTER XXII - Woman to Woman
CHAPTER XXIII - Excurse
CHAPTER XXIV - Death and Love
CHAPTER XXV - Marriage or Not
CHAPTER XXVI - A Chair
CHAPTER XXVII - Flitting
CHAPTER XXVIII - In the Pompadour
CHAPTER XXIX - Continental
CHAPTER XXX - Snowed Up
CHAPTER XXXI - Exeunt
ENDNOTES
INSPIRED BY D. H. LAWRENCE AND WOMEN IN LOVE
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WOMEN IN LOVE
There was a long pause, whilst Ursula stitched and Gudrun went on with her sketch. The sisters were women. Ursula twenty-six, and Gudrun twenty-five. But both had the remote, virgin look of modern girls, sisters of Artemis rather than of Hebe.
(page 6)
She craved for Rupert Birkin. When he was there, she felt complete, she was sufficient, whole. For the rest of time she was established on the sand, built over a chasm, and, in spite of all her vanity and securities, any common maid-servant of positive, robust temper could fling her down this bottomless pit of insufficiency, by the slightest movement of jeering or contempt. And all the while the pensive, tortured woman piled up her own defences of aesthetic knowledge, and culture, and world-visions, and disinterestedness. Yet she could never stop up the terrible gap of insufficiency.
(page 15)
“Humanity doesn’t embody the utterance of the incomprehensible any more. Humanity is a dead letter. There will be a new embodiment, in a new way. Let humanity disappear as quick as possible.”
(pages 56-57)
Really, what a mistake he had made, thinking he wanted people, thinking he wanted a woman.
(page 106)
“Love isn’t a desideratum—it is an emotion you feel or you don’t feel, according to circumstance.”
(page 128)
His soul was arrested in wonder. She was enkindled in her own living fire. Arrested in wonder and in pure, perfect attraction, he moved towards her. She sat like a strange queen, almost supernatural in her glowing smiling richness.
(page 129)
Ursula was deeply and passionately in love with Birkin, and she was capable of nothing.
(page 189)
It was intolerable, this possession at the hands of woman. Always a man must be considered as the broken-off fragment of a woman, and the sex was the still aching scar of the laceration. Man must be added on to a woman, before he had any real place or wholeness.
(page 200)
She believed that love was everything. Man must render himself up to her. He must be quaffed to the dregs by her. Let him be her man utterly, and she in return would be his humble slave—whether she wanted it or not.
(page 265)
“There is such a thing as two people being in love for the whole of their lives—perhaps. But marriage is neither here nor there, even then. If they are in love, well and good. If not—why break eggs about it!”
(page 290)
“One should avoid this home instinct. It’s not an instinct, it’s a habit of cowardliness. One should never have a home.”
(page 354)
“Why does every woman think her aim in life is to have a hubby and a little grey home in the west?”
(page 377)
She lay and looked at him, as he slept. He was sheerly beautiful, he was a perfect instrument. To her mind, he was a pure, inhuman, almost superhuman instrument. His instrumentality appealed so strongly to her, she wished she were God, to use him as a tool.
(page 419)
“Aren’t I enough for you?”
(page 484)
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