onsdag, januar 28, 2009

"I was thinking, all the while, I love you. I have been obstinate."


When she walked home with him over the fields, he said:

"I am glad I came back to you. I feel so simple with you -- as if there was nothing to hide. We will be happy?"

"Yes," she murmured, and tears came to her eyes.

"Some sort of perversity in our souls," he said, "makes us not want, get away from, the very thing we want. We have to fight against that."

- Excerpt from D.H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers

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