
Originally Posted by
Darcy88
I think Lady Chatterly's Lover is the opposite of porn. Porn cheapens sex, it degrades the act, sucking from it all its meaning and significance. In LCL on the other hand, sex is exalted, given a transcendent quality, and is used by the characters to reconnect themselves to the vital pulse of life. Sexless Connie is like a ghost, she`s emaciated, depressed. Sensuality restores her like a transfusion of blood.
And Lawrence did practically worship the phallus. His letters state this plainly. Decrying abstraction, the man prized life, intense, authentic, abundant life. Virility. Vigor. Vivaciousness. And above all - passion. Impotence, in a wider sense, was his evil.
He said: "My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true."
"Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little."
"For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive."
And then this, which reads so beautifullly to me -
"There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him."
Anyway. Lawrence is awesome!