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Phoenix: D H Lawrence

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change. The phoenix renews her youth only when she is burnt, burnt alive, … Continue reading

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The Purpose Of Human Life: D H Lawrence

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre. D H Lawrence Selected Essays

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Possible Cure For Depression: D H Lawrence

I have been fighting the powers of darkness lately. Still they prevail with me. But I have more or less got my head out of the inferno, my body will follow later. How one has to struggle, really, to overcome … Continue reading

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How Beastly The Bourgeois Is : D H Lawrence

How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species— Presentable, eminently presentable— shall I make you a present of him? Isn’t he handsome? Isn’t he healthy? Isn’t he a fine specimen? Doesn’t he look the fresh clean Englishman, … Continue reading

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The Family: D H Lawrence

Of late years, the family has got hold of man, and begun to destroy him. When a man is clutched by his family, his deeper social instincts and intuitions are all thwarted, he becomes a negative thing. D H Lawrence … Continue reading

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Antidotes For Boredom: D H Lawrence

In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where … Continue reading

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Striving To Compel Life: D H Lawrence

You have striven so hard, and so long, to compel life. Can’t you now slowly change, and let life slowly drift into you? Surely it is even a greater mystery and preoccupation even than willing, to let the invisible life … Continue reading

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One Should Stick By One’s Soul: D H Lawrence

One should stick by one’s soul, and nothing else. In one’s soul, one knows the truth from the untruth, and life from death. And if one betrays one’s own soul-knowledge, one is the worst of traitors. D H Lawrence Selected … Continue reading

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Fate And The Younger Generation: D H Lawrence

It is strange to think of the Annas, the Vronskys, the Pierres, all the Tolstoyan lot wiped out. And the Aloyshas and Dmitris and Myshkins and Stavrogins, the Dostoevsky lot all wiped out. And the Tchekov wimbly-wombly wet-legs all wiped … Continue reading

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Impressionism: D H Lawrence

Probably the most joyous moment in the whole history of painting was the moment when the incipient impressionists discovered light and, with it, colour. D H Lawrence 1885-1930 Selected Essays The illustration is L’Estaque  (1883-5) by Paul Cezanne via Wikimedia

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