Lady Chatterley's Lover, part 3

This from  D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. made me think of Harari's Sapiens:

It was not the woman's fault, nor even love's fault, nor the fault of sex. The fault lay there, out out there in those evil electric lights and diabolical rattlings of engines. Those in the world of the mechanical greedy, greedy mechanism and mechanised greed, sparkling with lights and gushing hoot metal and roaring with traffic, there lay the vast evil thing, ready to destroy whatever did conform. Soon it would destroy the wood, and the bluebells would spring no more. All vulnerable things must perish under the rolling and running of iron.

Chapter X

Lawrence should get some notice in these days of climate change. Yes, I do believe Homo Sapiens is committing suicide. That mechanized greed still keeps rolling along. Yet I want to keep on writing. Perhaps I am still insane.

I'm going to close out with what I choose to read as a sign o humor in the novel. A snippy humor, certainly. The speaker is Lady Chatterley and the subject is Mellors, her lover.

"You see, father, he was Clifford's game-keeper: but he was an officer in the army in India. Only he is like Colonel C. E. Florence, who preferred to become a private soldier again."

Sir Malcolm, however, had no sympathy with the unsatisfactory mysticism of the famous C. Florence. he saw too much advertisement behind all the humility. It looked just like the sort of conceit the knight most loathed, the conceit of self-abasement.

Chapter XVIII

A fellow prisoner confused D.H. Lawrence with T.E. Lawrence just a few days ago. I wonder how often this has occurred. Probably enough in his own day to arouse D.H.'s annoyance.

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2/21/20