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A Modern Lover

Auhtor: David Herbert Lawrence

Language: english
Published: 1933

Genres:

fiction,  short stories
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Review by M. Erb, September 2007


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Modern Lover':

... But when he arrived at the brow where the hill swooped downwards, where the broad road ended suddenly, the sun had vanished from the space before him, ...
... like a dream which wastes a sleep with unrest, was the South and its hurrying to and fro. Here, on the farther shore of the sunset, with the flushed tide ...
... her go, and looked aside, saying some words of greeting. He had not kissed her he realised that when he heard her voice: When did you come? She was ...
... But they asked for his news, and, because of some subtle perversity, he gave them what they begged, not what they wanted, not what he desired ...
... of mistletoe hung from the beam, and thickly-berried holly was over the pictures???over the little gilt-blazed water-colours that he hated so much because ...
... chaff of sentimentality and false romance that covered the real grain of life. How infinitely far away, now, seemed Jane Eyre and George Eliot. These ...
... bowing her head, and putting into the exclamation all her depth of sadness and regret. He laughed. Aren't you glad? he asked. She looked up, startled, ...
... There you are! 'Men at most times are masters of their fates,' etcetera. She pondered his method of reasoning, and turned to him with a little laughter ...
... lifted his head as if taking in her meaning. Ah, yes, I have changed. I forget. I suppose I must have changed in myself. ...
... broke the check, saying, with a dash of braggart taunting: Muriel's in th' parlour, Tom, if you want her. Oh, is she? I saw a light in I thought ...
... Vickers took a chair and placed it in front of the fire. He was confusedly charmed with Mersham's natural frankness and courtesy. If I'm not intruding, ...
... tone so common to lovers, a tone that makes a third person an impertinence. Yes???I was rather late, he replied, in the same caressing manner. ...
... she answered him, indulging him now like a child. But??? she turned to Mersham???but do you, really? Yes, of course. Play some of the old songs. ...
... who was so anxious to provide for his old age that he died at thirty from inanition. That's what we're not likely to do, laughed Tom. Oh, I don't ...
... expressed his opinion, whatever it might be, in an: Oh, ay, he's got plenty to say, and he'll keep on saying it???but, hang it all???? ! For Vickers ...
... you pull down a bough and just get your fingers round a good one. Then it swings back and you feel wild and you say your heart's broken. But there are ...
... of love! he laughed and then: No, if you pull your flowers to pieces, and find how they pollinate, and where are the ovaries, you don't go in ...
... neck. For a while they stood in silence, clasped together. Then he heard her voice, muffled in his shoulder, saying: But???but, you know???it's much ...
... arm. Don't be cold with me! she cried. He bent and kissed in acknowledgment the lips she offered him for love. No, he said drearily no, it is ...
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