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Thread #59418 Message #1591075
Posted By: Stilly River Sage
26-Oct-05 - 03:46 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Have you read any D.H. Lawrence? One could argue that the overblown prose isn't just the domain of serial romance novels (though some would argue that Lawrence wrote just such novels himself).
So many women have "inchoate" eyes. But men also.
Any presence but that of the nurses was a strain and an effort to him now. Every morning Gerald went into the room, hoping to find his father passed away at last. Yet always he saw the same transparent face, the same dread dark hair on the waxen forehead, and the awful, inchoate dark eyes, which seemed to be decomposing into formless darkness, having only a tiny grain of vision within them.
And always, as the dark, inchoate eyes turned to him, there passed through Gerald's bowels a burning stroke of revolt, that seemed to resound through his whole being, threatening to break his mind with its clangour, and making him mad.
Chapter 24, Women In Love.
Or from chapter six, same book:
'You see he MADE me go and live with him, when I didn't want to,' she replied. 'He came and cried to me, tears, you never saw so many, saying HE COULDN'T bear it unless I went back to him. And he wouldn't go away, he would have stayed for ever. He made me go back. Then every time he behaves in this fashion. And now I'm going to have a baby, he wants to give me a hundred pounds and send me into the country, so that he would never see me nor hear of me again. But I'm not going to do it, after -- '
A queer look came over Gerald's face.
'Are you going to have a child?' he asked incredulous. It seemed, to look at her, impossible, she was so young and so far in spirit from any child-bearing.
She looked full into his face, and her dark, inchoate eyes had now a furtive look, and a look of a knowledge of evil, dark and indomitable. A flame ran secretly to his heart.
'Yes,' she said. 'Isn't it beastly?'
'Don't you want it?' he asked.
'I don't,' she replied emphatically.
'But -- ' he said, 'how long have you known?'
'Ten weeks,' she said.
All the time she kept her dark, inchoate eyes full upon him. He remained silent, thinking. Then, switching off and becoming cold, he asked, in a voice full of considerate kindness:
'Is there anything we can eat here? Is there anything you would like?'
'Yes,' she said, 'I should adore some oysters.'
'All right,' he said. 'We'll have oysters.' And he beckoned to the waiter.