MRS HOLROYD (aloud, to herself): You know they're not dry even now, though it's been as fine as it has. (She spreads the shirt on the back of her rocking-chair, which she turns to the fire.)

VOICE (calling from outside): Well, have you got them dry?

MRS HOLROYD starts up, turns and flings her hand in the direction of the open door, where appears a man in blue overalls, swarfed and greased. He carries a dinner-basket.

MRS HOLROYD: You--you--I don't know what to call you! The idea of shouting at me like that--like the Evil One out of the darkness!

The Widowing of Mrs Holroyd

Cette longue nouvelle écrite en 1926 met en scène un individu à la fois idéaliste et misanthrope qui acquiert à l'âge de 35 ans une île dans l'intention de la transformer et de créer un univers dont il sera le maître.Ses espoirs déçus, il s'installe sur une deuxième île plus petite et sombre peu à peu dans la plus totale indifférence avant de finir hanté par ses obsessions.

L'homme qui aimait les îles

Gertrude Morel lebt im der englischen Bergarbeiterdorf Bestwood. Sie kümmert sich intensiv um die Zukunft ihrer Kinder und unterstützt deren gesellschaftlichen Aufstieg. Nachdem ihr Sohn William seine Ausbildung abgeschlossen hat, bewirbt er sich erfolgreich in einer Anwaltskanzlei. Auch privat scheint sich bei ihm alles gut zu entwickeln: Er verlobt sich mit der attraktiven Lily. Doch anstatt sich zu freuen, reagiert seine Mutter eifersüchtig. 

In seinem Bestseller »Söhne und Liebhaber« von 1913 entwickelt D. H. Lawrence eine psychologische Studie der komplexen Beziehung zwischen Mutter und Sohn. »Söhne und Liebhaber« enthält zahlreiche autobiografische Elemente. Das Bergarbeiterdorf Bestwood aus dem Roman ähnelt in vielem dem Dorf Eastwood, in dem D. H. Lawrence aufwuchs.

Söhne und Liebhaber

I stood watching the shadowy fish slide through the gloom of the millpond. They were grey, descendants of the silvery things that had darted away from the monks, in the young days when the valley was lusty. The whole place was gathered in the musing of old age. The thick-piled trees on the far shore were too dark and sober to dally with the sun; the weeds stood crowded and motionless. Not even a little wind flickered the willows of the islets. The water lay softly, intensely still. Only the thin stream falling through the millrace murmured to itself of the tumult of life which had once quickened the valley.

I was almost startled into the water from my perch on the alder roots by a voice saying:

"Well, what is there to look at?" My friend was a young farmer, stoutly built, brown-eyed, with a naturally fair skin burned dark and freckled in patches. He laughed, seeing me start, and looked down at me with lazy curiosity.

The White Peacock

MRS GASCOIGNE: Well, I s'd ha' thought thy belly 'ud a browt thee whoam afore this.

JOE sits on sofa without answering.

Doesn't ter want no dinner?

JOE (looking up): I want it if the' is ony.

MRS GASCOIGNE: An' if the' isna, tha can go be out? Tha talks large, my fine jockey! (She puts a newspaper on the table; on it a plate and his dinner.) Wheer dost reckon ter's bin?

JOE: I've bin ter th' office for my munny.

MRS GASCOIGNE: Tha's niver bin a' this while at th' office.

JOE: They kep' me ower an hour, an' then gen me nowt.

MRS GASCOIGNE: Gen thee nowt! Why, how do they ma'e that out? It's a wik sin' tha got hurt, an' if a man wi' a broken arm canna ha' his fourteen shillin' a week accident pay, who can, I s'd like to know?

JOE: They'll gie me nowt, whether or not.

MRS GASCOIGNE: An' for why, prithee?

The Daughter-in-law

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 little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

This was more or less Constance Chatterley's position. The war had brought the roof down over her head. And she had realized that one must live and learn.

Lady chatterleys lover

"Odour of Chrysanthemums" is the story of Elizabeth, a young wife and mother waiting for her alcoholic husband, Walter, to return home from what she assumes is another night of drinking. This assumption, along with Elizabeth's pre-conceptions about her husband and their relationship are broken down when his body is brought home from the coal mine where he works. In "Odour of Chrysanthemums" author D. H. Lawrence explores the concept of human isolation and the nature of love and relationships. With the sudden death of her husband Elizabeth is forced to re-examine her opinions and beliefs, shedding light on a marriage she had given up on long before. HarperPerennial Classics brings great works of literature to life in digital format, upholding the highest standards in ebook production and celebrating reading in all its forms. Look for more titles in the HarperPerennial Classics collection to build your digital library.

Odour Of Chrysanthemums - Short Story

A renowned literary figure, D. H. Lawrence pushed the boundaries of early twentieth century literature with his frank discussion of sexuality and women's physical desire. Set against the backdrop of England's industrial revolution, The Rainbow examines shifting social roles in pre-First World War England through the experiences of three generations of Brangwen women-Anna, Ursula, and Gudrun-who each deal with their own challenges: forbidden sexual desire, unfulfilling marriages and the impossibility of physical love. Ursula and Gundrun Brangwen's stories continue in Women in Love, as they meet and develop relationships with Gerald Crich and Rupert Birkin. HarperPerennial Classics brings great works of literature to life in digital format, upholding the highest standards in ebook production and celebrating reading in all its forms. Look for more titles in the HarperPerennial Classics collection to build your digital library.

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