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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

D. H. Lawrence

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Laughter Ourselves Philosophy Touch
We fucked a flame into being.
D. H. LAWRENCE

One Liner Reality Sex
The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Alive Book Bright Life Man
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man Revenge Woman
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Forever Mortal Taste Youth
If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Herself Woman
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCE

People Wonderful
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Herself Shame Woman
When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Game Important Old People
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man World
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Evil Passionate Worst
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Life One Liner Ourselves Save
There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Alone Himself People
All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Forever Himself Hope Necessary Past Woman
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Company Perfection

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

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