Цитаты из книги «Любовник леди Чаттерлей / Lady Chatterley's Lover»

Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him. He remained strange and bright and cheerful, almost, one might say, chirpy, with his ruddy, healthy-looking face, and his pale-blue, challenging bright eyes. His shoulders were broad and strong, his hands were very strong. He was expensively dressed, and wore handsome neckties from Bond Street.[6] Yet still in his face one saw the watchful look, the slight vacancy of a cripple. He had so very nearly lost his life, that what remained was wonderfully precious to him. It was obvious in the anxious brightness of his eyes, how proud he was, after the great shock, of being alive. But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.

They were at once cosmopolitan and provincial, with the cosmopolitan provincialism of art that goes with pure social ideals.

But they were together in a world of their own.

at is wrong today is that we’ve made a profound hash of the circuses part of the programme, and poisoned our masses with a little education.

I can have some repairs done to the old place next year

It is not who begets us, that matters

Then the common people aren’t a race, and the aristocrats aren’t blood

He realized now that the bitch-goddess of Success had two main appetites: one for flattery, adulation, stroking and tickling such as writers and artists gave her; but the other a grimmer appetite for meat and bones. And the meat and bones for the bitch-goddess were provided by the men who made money in industry

I’d rather you shaved me this morning

Some things can’t be ravished. You can’t ravish a tin of sardines. And so many women are like that; and men. But the earth…!