Saturday, 5 October 2013

Rachel Rutt & her blog

"It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unraveling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear." 

- D.H Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover


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