Любовник леди Чаттерлей

           Itwasawful!Whatcouldyoudowithsuchaplace,butleaveitalone!Alltheseendlessroomsthatnobodyused,alltheMidlandsroutine,themechanicalcleanlinessandthemechanicalorder!Cliffordhadinsistedonanewcook,anexperiencedwomanwhohadservedhiminhisroomsinLondon.Fortheresttheplaceseemedrunbymechanicalanarchy.Everythingwentoninprettygoodorder,strictcleanliness,andstrictpunctuality;evenprettystricthonesty.Andyet,toConnie,itwasamethodicalanarchy.Nowarmthoffeelinguniteditorganically.Thehouseseemedasdrearyasadisusedstreet.

           Whatcouldshedobutleaveitalone?Sosheleftitalone.MissChatterleycamesometimes,withheraristocraticthinface,andtriumphed,findingnothingaltered.ShewouldneverforgiveConnieforoustingherfromherunioninconsciousnesswithherbrother.Itwasshe,Emma,whoshouldbebringingforththestories,thesebooks,withhim;theChatterleystories,somethingnewintheworld,thatthey,theChatterleys,hadputthere.Therewasnootherstandard.Therewasnoorganicconnexionwiththethoughtandexpressionthathadgonebefore.Onlysomethingnewintheworld:theChatterleybooks,entirelypersonal.

           Connie’sfather,wherehepaidaflyingvisittoWragby,andinprivatetohisdaughter:AsforClifford’swriting,it’ssmart,butthere’snothinginit.Itwon’tlast!ConnielookedattheburlyScottishknightwhohaddonehimselfwellallhislife,andhereyes,herbig,still-wonderingblueeyesbecamevague.