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Lady Chatterley’s Lover (1928, D. H. Lawrence)

At times it seems like reading and writing a novel like this which exalts the immediate bodily and sensory experience of life over the insular and intellectualized is committing a great hypocrisy. The hands that cradle the spine and turn … Continue reading

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