Clearly, we sense the husband's will in this scene. We know he wants to "win" his wife in a way he's never been able to do. He's been irked repeatedly in this story by his distant wife, and now he finally confronts her about it. I don't think we see the same kind of strength and will from the wife, though:
She sat perfectly still, without any being. She only felt she might be sick, and it might be blood that was loose in her torn entrails. She sat perfectly still and passive.But she could not move. She had no being.The only thing she wants is him to leave. There isn't the same kind of latent, hungry desire to conquer that seems to be fueling the husband. I don't think the revulsion she feels for her husband really constitutes an act of will; it's more of a feeling or impulse.She could not recover her life. She rose stiffly and went down. She could neither eat nor talk during the meal. She sat absent, torn, without any being of her own.
That's a good observation. He does shift the focus in that part, and he shifts the tragic element towards the husband too. The last part we read was about a trapped wife, but Lawrence shifts the focus toward the jilted husband. Suddenly, he becomes the character we sympathize with.
The class difference certainly makes the husband appear the victim. He becomes the lowly "laboring electrician" who gives generously only to be shunned by a haughty wife. For me, though, this didn't have much effect. This sympathetic husband was just too incongruous with the self-absorbed one we got in the opening. It's hard to imagine him being the dotting husband that we're told he is here. I understand that Lawrence is trying to make the story tragic for both lovers, but I think he does a much better job forming the wife than he does the husband.
A bit harsh, maybe?



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Truly though, I don't hate anyone. Let us not forget this is the most peaceful thread on Lit Net.
Anyway, what you wrote here above soooo reminds me of Lawrence and his own wife. He often was wanting more attention from her. It is very clear when you read books, like his intimate travel novels, or the one I am reading now "Kangaroo", based, biographically, on Lawrence and Frieda's brief residence in Australia. It is interesting to me now to read this sort of 'tug of war' between the male and female in this story' because this is something quite prominent in the novel' I am now reading. I really do think Lawrence struggled with this. He wanted to be "Lord of the manor" - he said so himself, blantantly and his wife certainly fought tooth and nail against it; it was a battle of 'wills'. It is truly complicated, but I know exactly where Lawrence is coming from in this story. The woman needs her 'space' - I said that before and the man doesn't want to give her an inch, really. In the beginning, he is fretting about the time and that she is not there at his calling. It was like this with Lawrence at times (not all the time, mind you) and he struggled with this. I wonder if this was not born of the abnormally close relationship he had to his mother. There always seems to be this need and this pull towards the woman, as though she were his mother or substitute, and yet he had this fear the woman would overcome him...it is a strange position to be in.
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