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Quark
Okay, you guys lost me like two pages back. What are we talking about exactly?
No problem, Quark, I am trying to move on past this current contraversy. I just worked on this part of the text (offline) so everyone can review it and add to it; hopefully answer my questions:
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The housekeeper entered with a lamp, which she set on a stand.
"You will illuminate me?" he said to Winifred. It was her habit to talk to him by candle-light.
"I have thought about you--now I will look at you," she said quietly, smiling.
"I see--To confirm your conclusions?" he asked.
Her eyes lifted quickly in acknowledgment of his guess.
"That is so," she replied.
So what is the underlining theme in this part of the story – what exactly are they saying to each other. Interesting to note are the references to words we have encountered throughout the story ‘lamp’, ‘illuminate’ ‘candle-light’….so many references in this story to ‘light’.
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"Then," he said, "I'll wash my hands."
He ran upstairs. The sense of freedom, of intimacy, was very fascinating. As he washed, the little everyday action of twining his hands in the lather set him suddenly considering his other love.
This private washing up reminds me of Maurice in ‘The Blind Man’ – how he also stood contemplating his wife and their life together.
So now he thinks about ‘his other love’ – Connie:
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At her house he was always polite and formal; gentlemanly, in short. With Connie he felt the old, manly superiority; he was the knight,...strong and tender, she was the beautiful maiden with a touch of God on her brow. He kissed her, he softened and selected his speech for her, he forbore from being the greater part of himself.
So here one can see how he idolizes her completely. She is not a woman to him but a goddess. He is her knight in shining armour. Not too realistic. This is an idealized view of his up and coming marriage and his soon to be spouse.
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She was his betrothed, his wife, his queen, whom he loved to idealise, and for whom he carefully modified himself. She should rule him later on—that part of him which was hers.
Here again,she seems like a Greek goddess and someone who will actually rule him eventually and yet he will always be her devotee, worshipper to her as his ‘idyll’. Connie embodies the image he has of an idyll; curious,Lawrence cherished this same image in a painting by Griffenhagen of ‘Idyll’ which he continually copied and painted, giving several of those away. He adored this painting.
In the first statement here,I can now see how Quark confused the idea of Connie being his wife – it does say that even thought they are not yet married, only betrothed/engaged. Sorry, Quark, for chiding you on that fact before.
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But he loved her, too, with a pitying, tender love. He thought of her tears upon her pillow in the northern Rectory, and he bit his lip, held his breath under the strain of the situation.
Vaguely he knew she would bore him. And Winifred fascinated him. [b]He and she really played with fire.[b] In her house, he was roused and keen. But she was not, and never could be, frank. So he was not frank, even to himself. Saying nothing, betraying nothing, immediately they were together they began the same game.
Right here at this point,the two woman are facing each other in comparison – the way Coutts directly feels about them; in repect to Connie – bored; in respect to Winifred fascinated.
Now he admits that Winifred would never be frank, never had been and so it made him the same with himself. He could not admit all this directly to himself consciously.Therefore, they were open to this state of saying nothing, betraying nothing – yet it was all a game played over and over again.
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Each shuddered, each defenceless and exposed, hated the other by turns. Yet they came together again. Coutts felt a vague fear of Winifred. She was intense and unnatural--and he became unnatural and intense, beside her.
So because they are defenseless and exposed to each other in this way is this why they feel this hatred of each other? Also, if you notice Coutts feels a vague fear of her? He also states she was intense and unnatural and made him feel the same when he was with her. From what is this fear born, does everyone thing? Is it born out of his temptation or something other. Is it born out of the fact that he knows inwardly that Winifred would like to hold her will over him, control him?
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When he came downstairs she was fingering the piano from the score of "Walküre".
I wondered what significance that had. Is he a pianist? Also is that not a German score?
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"First wash in England," he announced, looking at his hands. She laughed swiftly. Impatient herself of the slightest soil, his indifference to temporary grubbiness amused her.
I noticed this before – now it seems this action is something out of the ordinary for Coutts to do.
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He was a tall, bony man, with small hands and feet. His features were rough and rather ugly, but his smile was taking. She was always fascinated by the changes in him. His eyes, particularly, seemed quite different at times; sometimes hard, insolent, blue; sometimes dark, full of warmth and tenderness; sometimes flaring like an animal's.
His physical description is interesting when it gets to the line about ‘her fascination with changes in him’. Then the last part, about the eyes, is so typically Lawrence – he often makes references to eyes and the different ways they can look, at various times, even completely changing hue or color.
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He sank wearily into a chair.
"My chair," he said, as if to himself.
This is her house, but he feels he is a part of it, by this one remark; like he fits perfectly well into this house that is familiar to him. ‘My chair’ is all Lawrence has to have Coutts say, to get this idea across and it works brilliantly. We get a sense that he belongs here or thinks he does, at least for this moment in time.
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Originally Posted by
Antiquarian
About Frieda's relationship with Lawrence. Some of us like Frieda and some don't.
Antiquarian, I hate to keep quibbling about this, but I never said I liked her; I just don't hate the woman. I don't hate anyone for that matter; I seriously don't. I am really very easy to get along with and I am quite a respectable person myself. I would be dreadful on a jury, I would give everyone the benefit of the doubt.:lol: