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Completed	July 2010
Title	Lady Chatterley's Lover
Author	D.H. Lawrence
Published	1928
Quote	"Connie was accustomed to Kensington or the Scottish hills or the Sussex downs: that was her England. With the stoicism of the young she took in the utter, soulless ugliness of the coal-and-iron Midlands at a glance, and left it at what it was: unbelievable and not to be thought about. From the rather dismal rooms at Wragby she heard the rattle-rattle of the screens at the pit, the puff of the winding-engine, the clink-clink of shunting trucks, and the hoarse little whistle of the colliery locomotives. Tevershall pit-bank was burning, had been burning for years, and it would cost thousands to put it out. So it had to burn. And when the wind was that way, which was often, the house was full of the stench of this sulphurous combustion of the earth's excrement. But even on windless days the air always smelt of something under-earth: sulphur, iron, coal, or acid. And even on the Christmas roses the smuts settled persistently, incredible, like black manna from skies of doom."
Review	What a pervy pile of porno this book is. What a waste of words, and a waste of time. Shame on you, David Lawrence. It's as though you wrote this book just to tick people off, to use certain words in such a way as to raise eyebrows. Of course you wanted to push the literary envelope, and I understand that. But, your sloppy style of writing and cheap theatrics won't win you praise in my book.

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