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New Releases by David LawrenceDavid Lawrence is the author of A Report upon the Mollusk Fisheries of Massachusetts (2023), The Book of Disbelieving (2023), The Dungeon of Drumming (2022), Lady Chatterley's Lover Annotated (2021), Love Among the Haystacks Annotated (2021).
A Report upon the Mollusk Fisheries of Massachusetts
release date: Oct 27, 2023
release date: Jul 18, 2023
release date: Mar 21, 2022
Lady Chatterley's Lover Annotated
release date: Oct 13, 2021
Love Among the Haystacks Annotated
release date: Oct 11, 2021
Women in Love (Annotated)
release date: Jul 21, 2021
Invading God’s Possible Universe
release date: Jun 22, 2021
release date: Aug 05, 2020
Virginia Bodoin had a good job: she was head of a department in a certain government office, held a responsible position, and earned, to imitate Balzac and be precise about it, seven hundred and fifty pounds a year. That is already something. Rachel Bodoin, her mother, had an income of about six hundred a year, on which she had lived in the capitals of Europe since the effacement of a never very important husband.Now, after some years of virtual separation and "freedom", mother and daughter once more thought of settling down. They had become, in course of time, more like a married couple than mother and daughter. They knew one another very well indeed, and each was a little "nervous" of the other. They had lived together and parted several times. Virginia was now thirty, and she didn''t look like marrying. For four years she had been as good as married to Henry Lubbock, a rather spoilt young man who was musical. Then Henry let her down: for two reasons. He couldn''t stand her mother. Her mother couldn''t stand him. And anybody whom Mrs Bodoin could not stand she managed to sit on, disastrously. So Henry had writhed horribly, feeling his mother-in-law sitting on him tight, and Virginia, after all, in a helpless sort of family loyalty, sitting alongside her mother. Virginia didn''t really want to sit on Henry. But when her mother egged her on, she couldn''t help it. For ultimately, her mother had power over her; a strange female power, nothing to do with parental authority. Virginia had long thrown parental authority to the winds. But her mother had another, much subtler form of domination, female and thrilling, so that when Rachel said: Let''s squash him! Virginia had to rush wickedly and gleefully to the sport. And Henry knew quite well when he was being squashed. So that was one of his reasons for going back on Vinny.--He called her Vinny, to the superlative disgust of Mrs Bodoin, who always corrected him: My daughter Virginia--The second reason was, again to be Balzacian, that Virginia hadn''t a sou of her own. Henry had a sorry two hundred and fifty. Virginia, at the age of twenty-four, was already earning four hundred and fifty. But she was earning them. Whereas Henry managed to earn about twelve pounds per annum, by his precious music. He had realized that he would find it hard to earn more. So that marrying, except with a wife who could keep him, was rather out of the question. Vinny would inherit her mother''s money. But then Mrs Bodoin had the health and muscular equipment of the Sphinx. She would live forever, seeking whom she might devour, and devouring him. Henry lived with Vinny for two years, in the married sense of the words: and Vinny felt they were married, minus a mere ceremony. But Vinny had her mother always in the background; often as far back as Paris or Biarritz, but still, within letter reach. And she never realized the funny little grin that came on her own elvish face when her mother, even in a letter, spread her skirts and calmly sat on Henry. She never realized that in spirit she promptly and mischievously sat on him too: she could no more have helped it than the tide can help turning to the moon. And she did not dream that he felt it, and was utterly mortified in his masculine vanity. Women, very often, hypnotize one another, and then, hypnotized, they proceed gently to wring the neck of the man they think they are loving with all their hearts. Then they call it utter perversity on his part, that he doesn''t like having his neck wrung. They think he is repudiating a heart-felt love. For they are hypnotized. Women hypnotize one another, without knowing it.
release date: Aug 04, 2020
''Take off that mute, do!'' cried Louisa, snatching her fingers from the piano keys, and turning abruptly to the violinist.Helena looked slowly from her music.''My dear Louisa,'' she replied, ''it would be simply unendurable.'' She stood tapping her white skirt with her bow in a kind of a pathetic forbearance.''But I can''t understand it,'' cried Louisa, bouncing on her chair with the exaggeration of one who is indignant with a beloved. ''It is only lately you would even submit to muting your violin. At one time you would have refused flatly, and no doubt about it.''''I have only lately submitted to many things,'' replied Helena, who seemed weary and stupefied, but still sententious. Louisa drooped from her bristling defiance.''At any rate,'' she said, scolding in tones too naked with love, I don''t like it.''''Go on from Allegro,'' said Helena, pointing with her bow to the place on Louisa''s score of the Mozart sonata. Louisa obediently took the chords, and the music continued.A young man, reclining in one of the wicker arm-chairs by the fire, turned luxuriously from the girls to watch the flames poise and dance with the music. He was evidently at his ease, yet he seemed a stranger in the room.It was the sitting-room of a mean house standing in line with hundreds of others of the same kind, along a wide road in South London. Now and again the trams hummed by, but the room was foreign to the trams and to the sound of the London traffic. It was Helena''s room, for which she was responsible. The walls were of the dead-green colour of August foliage; the green carpet, with its border of polished floor, lay like a square of grass in a setting of black loam. Ceiling and frieze and fireplace were smooth white. There was no other colouring.The furniture, excepting the piano, had a transitory look; two light wicker arm-chairs by the fire, the two frail stands of dark, polished wood, the couple of flimsy chairs, and the case of books in the recess--all seemed uneasy, as if they might be tossed out to leave the room clear, with its green floor and walls, and its white rim of skirting-board, serene.On the mantlepiece were white lustres, and a small soapstone Buddha from China, grey, impassive, locked in his renunciation. Besides these, two tablets of translucent stone beautifully clouded with rose and blood, and carved with Chinese symbols; then a litter of mementoes, rock-crystals, and shells and scraps of seaweed.A stranger, entering, felt at a loss. He looked at the bare wall-spaces of dark green, at the scanty furniture, and was assured of his unwelcome. The only objects of sympathy in the room were the white lamp that glowed on a stand near the wall, and the large, beautiful fern, with narrow fronds, which ruffled its cloud of green within the gloom of the window-bay. These only, with the fire, seemed friendly.The three candles on the dark piano burned softly, the music fluttered on, but, like numbed butterflies, stupidly. Helena played mechanically. She broke the music beneath her bow, so that it came lifeless, very hurting to hear. The young man frowned, and pondered. Uneasily, he turned again to the players.The violinist was a girl of twenty-eight. Her white dress, high-waisted, swung as she forced the rhythm, determinedly swaying to the time as if her body were the white stroke of a metronome. It made the young man frown as he watched. Yet he continued to watch. She had a very strong, vigorous body. Her neck, pure white, arched in strength from the fine hollow between her shoulders as she held the violin. The long white lace of her sleeve swung, floated, after the bow.Byrne could not see her face, more than the full curve of her cheek. He watched her hair, which at the back was almost of the colour of the soapstone idol, take the candlelight into its vigorous freedom in front and glisten over her forehead.Suddenly Helena broke off the music, and dropped her arm in irritable resignation. Louisa looked round from the..
release date: Jul 09, 2020
release date: Jun 29, 2020
The Virgin and the Gipsy an Illustreated
release date: Jun 13, 2020
The Virgin and the Gipsy Illustreated
release date: Jun 13, 2020
The Virgin and the Gipsy Be Illustreated
release date: Jun 13, 2020
Fantasia of the Unconscious Illustrated
release date: Apr 26, 2020
The International Alt-Right
release date: Jan 31, 2020
Women in Love Illustrated
release date: Nov 04, 2018
release date: Aug 31, 2018
release date: May 23, 2018
The State of American Hot Rodding
release date: Apr 17, 2018
The Lost Girl by David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Mar 12, 2018
Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence
release date: Nov 01, 2017
Women in Love by David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Oct 22, 2017
Fantasia of the Unconscious by David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Oct 18, 2017
The Prussian Officer by David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Oct 11, 2017
Sons and Lovers by David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Jul 19, 2017
release date: Jun 01, 2017
Love Among the Haystacks David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Feb 15, 2017
Fantasia of the Unconscious David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Jan 29, 2017
Twilight in Italy David Herbert Lawrence
release date: Jan 19, 2017
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