author - "D. H. Lawrence"
Description Sons and Lovers, a story of working-class England, is D. H. Lawrence’s third novel. It went through various drafts, and was titled “Paul Morel” until the final draft, before being published and met with an indifferent reaction from contemporary critics. Modern critics now consider it to be D. H. Lawrence’s masterpiece, with the Modern Library placing it ninth in its “100 Best English-Language Novels of the 20th Century.” The novel follows the Morels, a family living in a coal town,
She disliked and rather despised James Houghton, saw in him elements of a hypocrite, detested his airy and gracious selfishness, his lack of human feeling, and most of all, his fairy fantasy. As James went further into life, he became a dreamer. Sad indeed that he died before the days of Freud. He enjoyed the most wonderful and fairy-like dreams, which he could describe perfectly, in charming, delicate language. At such times his beautifully modulated voice all but sang, his grey eyes gleamed
red amiably."Set it now. Set it now.--We got it through Fred Alton." "Where is it?" The little girls were dragging a rough, dark object out of a corner of the passage into the light of the kitchen door. "It's a beauty!" exclaimed Millicent. "Yes, it is," said Marjory. "I should think so," he replied, striding over the dark bough. He went to the back kitchen to take off his coat. "Set it now, Father. Set it now," clamoured the girls.
galled by his own poverty. He became foreman of the engineers in the dockyard at Sheerness. Mrs. Morel--Gertrude--was the second daughter. She favoured her mother, loved her mother best of all; but she had the Coppards' clear, defiant blue eyes and their broad brow. She remembered to have hated her father's overbearing manner towards her gentle, humorous, kindly-souled mother. She remembered running over the breakwater at Sheerness and finding the boat. She remembered to have been petted and
ell, Nora,' said John Joseph.'Don't know what you mean,' said Laura. 'Yes, I'm toddling,' said he, rising and reaching for his coat. 'Nay,' said Polly. 'We're all here waiting for you.' 'We've got to be up in good time in the morning,' he said, in the benevolent official manner. They all laughed. 'Nay,' said Muriel. 'Don't disappoint us all.' 'I'll take the lot, if you like,' he responded, gallantly. 'That you won't, either,' said Muriel. 'Two's company; seven's too much of a good thing.' 'Nay,
Description Sons and Lovers, a story of working-class England, is D. H. Lawrence’s third novel. It went through various drafts, and was titled “Paul Morel” until the final draft, before being published and met with an indifferent reaction from contemporary critics. Modern critics now consider it to be D. H. Lawrence’s masterpiece, with the Modern Library placing it ninth in its “100 Best English-Language Novels of the 20th Century.” The novel follows the Morels, a family living in a coal town,
She disliked and rather despised James Houghton, saw in him elements of a hypocrite, detested his airy and gracious selfishness, his lack of human feeling, and most of all, his fairy fantasy. As James went further into life, he became a dreamer. Sad indeed that he died before the days of Freud. He enjoyed the most wonderful and fairy-like dreams, which he could describe perfectly, in charming, delicate language. At such times his beautifully modulated voice all but sang, his grey eyes gleamed
red amiably."Set it now. Set it now.--We got it through Fred Alton." "Where is it?" The little girls were dragging a rough, dark object out of a corner of the passage into the light of the kitchen door. "It's a beauty!" exclaimed Millicent. "Yes, it is," said Marjory. "I should think so," he replied, striding over the dark bough. He went to the back kitchen to take off his coat. "Set it now, Father. Set it now," clamoured the girls.
galled by his own poverty. He became foreman of the engineers in the dockyard at Sheerness. Mrs. Morel--Gertrude--was the second daughter. She favoured her mother, loved her mother best of all; but she had the Coppards' clear, defiant blue eyes and their broad brow. She remembered to have hated her father's overbearing manner towards her gentle, humorous, kindly-souled mother. She remembered running over the breakwater at Sheerness and finding the boat. She remembered to have been petted and
ell, Nora,' said John Joseph.'Don't know what you mean,' said Laura. 'Yes, I'm toddling,' said he, rising and reaching for his coat. 'Nay,' said Polly. 'We're all here waiting for you.' 'We've got to be up in good time in the morning,' he said, in the benevolent official manner. They all laughed. 'Nay,' said Muriel. 'Don't disappoint us all.' 'I'll take the lot, if you like,' he responded, gallantly. 'That you won't, either,' said Muriel. 'Two's company; seven's too much of a good thing.' 'Nay,