Любовник леди Чаттерлей / Lady Chatterley's Lover

But once he had started her, it seemed only natural for her to come to her own crisis with him. Almost she had loved him for it… almost that night she loved him, and wanted to marry him.

Perhaps instinctively he knew it, and that was why he had to bring down the whole show with a smash; the house of cards. Her whole sexual feeling for him, or for any man, collapsed that night. Her life fell apart from his as completely as if he had never existed.

And she went through the days drearily. There was nothing now but this empty treadmill of what Clifford called the integrated life, the long living together of two people, who are in the habit of being in the same house with one another.

Nothingness! To accept the great nothingness of life seemed to be the one end of living. All the many busy and important little things that make up the grand sum-total of nothingness!

Chapter 6

“Why don’t men and women really like one another nowadays?” Connie asked Tommy Dukes, who was more or less her oracle.

“Oh, but they do! I don’t think since the human species was invented, there has ever been a time when men and women have liked one another as much as they do today. Genuine liking! Take myself. I really like women better than men; they are braver, one can be more frank with them.”

Connie pondered this.

“Ah, yes, but you never have anything to do with them!” she said.

“I? What am I doing but talking perfectly sincerely to a woman at this moment?”

“Yes, talking…”

“And what more could I do if you were a man, than talk perfectly sincerely to you?”

“Nothing perhaps.

“A woman wants you to like her and talk to her, and at the same time love her and desire her; and it seems to me the two things are mutually exclusive.”

“But they shouldn’t be!”

“No doubt water ought not to be so wet as it is; it overdoes it in wetness. But there it is! I like women and talk to them, and therefore I don’t love them and desire them.

“I think they ought to.”

“All right. The fact that things ought to be something else than what they are, is not my department.

Connie considered this. “It isn’t true,” she said. “Men can love women and talk to them. I don’t see how they can love them without talking, and being friendly and intimate. How can they?”

“Well,” he said, “I don’t know.