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Lawrence allegedly read the manuscript of Maurice by E. M. Forster, which was published posthumously in 1971. That novel, although it is about a homosexual couple, also involves a gamekeeper becoming the lover of a member of the upper classes and influenced Lady Chatterley's Lover.[7][8]

In 1976, the story was parodied by Morecambe and Wise on their BBC sketch show. A "play what Ernie wrote", The Handyman and M'Lady, was obviously based on it, with Michele Dotrice as the Lady Chatterley figure. Introducing it, Ernie explained that his play "concerns a rich, titled young lady who is deprived of love, caused by her husband falling into a combine harvester, which unfortunately makes him impudent".[41]

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Check out this quote: "I can't see I do a woman any more harm by sleeping with her than by dancing with her.....or even talking to her about the weather."......and that's just one example, but worst of all......the one exclamation that really stands out......is lover #1's exasperating ranting and raving about Lady C's prolonged mode of sexual exertions that inconvenienced him. Oh. My. God!

Clover blooms in the fields

Spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, coast is clear

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

He's gonna burn this house to the groun

But Clifford was really extremely shy and self-conscious now hewas lamed. He hated seeing anyone except just the personalservants. For he had to sit in a wheeled chair or a sort ofbath-chair. Nevertheless he was just as carefully dressed as ever,by his expensive tailors, and he wore the careful Bond Streetneckties just as before, and from the top he looked just as smartand impressive as ever. He had never been one of the modernladylike young men: rather bucolic even, with his ruddy face andbroad shoulders. But his very quiet, hesitating voice, and hiseyes, at the same time bold and frightened, assured and uncertain,revealed his nature. His manner was often offensively supercilious,and then again modest and self-effacing, almost tremulous.

He was the trembling excited sort of lover, whose crisis sooncame, and was finished. There was something curiously childlike anddefenceless about his naked body: as children are naked. Hisdefences were all in his wits and cunning, his very instincts ofcunning, and when these were in abeyance he seemed doubly naked andlike a child, of unfinished, tender flesh, and somehow strugglinghelplessly.

'Does it matter very much? Do these things really affect us verydeeply?...You had that lover in Germany...what is it now? Nothingalmost. It seems to me that it isn't these little acts and littleconnexions we make in our lives that matter so very much. They passaway, and where are they? Where...Where are the snows ofyesteryear?...It's what endures through one's life that matters; myown life matters to me, in its long continuance and development.But what do the occasional connexions matter? And the occasionalsexual connexions especially! If people don't exaggerate themridiculously, they pass like the mating of birds. And so theyshould. What does it matter? It's the life-long companionship thatmatters. It's the living together from day to day, not the sleepingtogether once or twice. You and I are married, no matter whathappens to us. We have the habit of each other. And habit, to mythinking, is more vital than any occasional excitement. The long,slow, enduring thing...that's what we live by...not the occasionalspasm of any sort. Little by little, living together, two peoplefall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to oneanother. That's the real secret of marriage, not sex; at least notthe simple function of sex. You and I are interwoven in a marriage.If we stick to that we ought to be able to arrange this sex thing,as we arrange going to the dentist; since fate has given us acheckmate physically there.'

He was a more excited lover that night, with his strange, smallboy's frail nakedness. Connie found it impossible to come to hercrisis before he had really finished his. And he roused a certaincraving passion in her, with his little boy's nakedness andsoftness; she had to go on after he had finished, in the wildtumult and heaving of her loins, while he heroically kept himselfup, and present in her, with all his will and self-offering, tillshe brought about her own crisis, with weird little cries.

But a child, a baby! That was still one of the sensations. Shewould venture very gingerly on that experiment. There was the manto consider, and it was curious, there wasn't a man in the worldwhose children you wanted. Mick's children! Repulsive thought! Aslief have a child to a rabbit! Tommy Dukes? he was very nice, butsomehow you couldn't associate him with a baby, another generation.He ended in himself. And out of all the rest of Clifford's prettywide acquaintance, there was not a man who did not rouse hercontempt, when she thought of having a child by him. There wereseveral who would have been quite possible as lover, even Mick. Butto let them breed a child on you! Ugh! Humiliation andabomination.

But wait! wait! Next winter she would get Clifford to London;the following winter she would get him abroad to the South ofFrance, Italy. Wait! She was in no hurry about the child. That washer own private affair, and the one point on which, in her ownqueer, female way, she was serious to the bottom of her soul. Shewas not going to risk any chance comer, not she! One might take alover almost at any moment, but a man who should beget a child onone...wait! wait! it's a very different matter.--'Go ye into thestreets and byways of Jerusalem...' It was not a question of love;it was a question of a man. Why, one might even rather hatehim, personally. Yet if he was the man, what would one's personalhate matter? This business concerned another part of oneself.

Mrs Bolton also kept a cherishing eye on Connie, feeling shemust extend to her her female and professional protection. She wasalways urging her ladyship to walk out, to drive to Uthwaite, to bein the air. For Connie had got into the habit of sitting still bythe fire, pretending to read; or to sew feebly, and hardly goingout at all.

'There's a lot of Tevershall men left and gone to Stacks Gateand Whiteover,' said Mrs Bolton. 'You've not seen the new works atStacks Gate, opened after the war, have you, Sir Clifford? Oh, youmust go one day, they're something quite new: great big chemicalworks at the pit-head, doesn't look a bit like a colliery. They saythey get more money out of the chemical by-products than out of thecoal--I forget what it is. And the grand new houses for the men,fair mansions! of course it's brought a lot of riff-raff from allover the country. But a lot of Tevershall men got on there, anddoin' well, a lot better than our own men. They say Tevershall'sdone, finished: only a question of a few more years, and it'll haveto shut down. And New London'll go first. My word, won't it befunny when there's no Tevershall pit working. It's bad enoughduring a strike, but my word, if it closes for good, it'll be likethe end of the world. Even when I was a girl it was the best pit inthe country, and a man counted himself lucky if he could on here.Oh, there's been some money made in Tevershall. And now the men sayit's a sinking ship, and it's time they all got out. Doesn't itsound awful! But of course there's a lot as'll never go till theyhave to. They don't like these new fangled mines, such a depth, andall machinery to work them. Some of them simply dreads those ironmen, as they call them, those machines for hewing the coal, wheremen always did it before. And they say it's wasteful as well. Butwhat goes in waste is saved in wages, and a lot more. It seems soonthere'll be no use for men on the face of the earth, it'll be allmachines. But they say that's what folks said when they had to giveup the old stocking frames. I can remember one or two. But my word,the more machines, the more people, that's what it looks like! Theysay you can't get the same chemicals out of Tevershall coal as youcan out of Stacks Gate, and that's funny, they're not three milesapart. But they say so. But everybody says it's a shame somethingcan't be started, to keep the men going a bit better, and employthe girls. All the girls traipsing off to Sheffield every day! Myword, it would be something to talk about if Tevershall Collieriestook a new lease of life, after everybody saying they're finished,and a sinking ship, and the men ought to leave them like rats leavea sinking ship. But folks talk so much, of course there was a boomduring the war. When Sir Geoffrey made a trust of himself and gotthe money safe for ever, somehow. So they say! But they say eventhe masters and the owners don't get much out of it now. You canhardly believe it, can you! Why I always thought the pits would goon for ever and ever. Who'd have thought, when I was a girl! ButNew England's shut down, so is Colwick Wood: yes, it's fairhaunting to go through that coppy and see Colwick Wood standingthere deserted among the trees, and bushes growing up all over thepit-head, and the lines red rusty. It's like death itself, a deadcolliery. Why, whatever should we do if Tevershall shut down--? Itdoesn't bear thinking of. Always that throng it's been, except atstrikes, and even then the fan-wheels didn't stand, except whenthey fetched the ponies up. I'm sure it's a funny world, you don'tknow where you are from year to year, you really don't.'

Connie wondered what he would say if he knew that Clifford'sgame-keeper had been having intercourse with her, and saying to her'tha mun come to th' cottage one time.' He would detest and despiseher, for he had come almost to hate the shoving forward of theworking classes. A man of her own class he would not mind, forConnie was gifted from nature with this appearance of demure,submissive maidenliness, and perhaps it was part of her nature.Winter called her 'dear child' and gave her a rather lovelyminiature of an eighteenth-century lady, rather against herwill. 006ab0faaa