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As we approach a vote on the UK's membership of the European Union, we look at what 50 writers, actors, historians, artists and comedians have said about Europe and its nations. Clifford has withdrawn into his mining plans, listening to the radio, and talking with Mrs. He maintains a sort of fearful worship of Connie, who increasingly despises him.She had found her scrap of handkerchief and was blindly trying to dry her face. Then he cleared aside the chair and table, and took a brown, soldier's blanket from the tool chest, spreading it slowly. His face was pale and without expression, like that of a man submitting to fate.
Yet the hand knew, too, how to unclothe her where it wanted. She must only wait, for she did not dare to break his mysterious stillness.
With springtime, and the resurrection of the forest, Connie's misery seems all the harsher.
She goes more and more to the hut in the woods where Mellors, the gamekeeper, is breeding pheasants to hunt.
She lay still, in a kind of sleep, always in a kind of sleep. Her tormented modern-woman's brain still had no rest. And she knew, if she gave herself to the man, it was real.
The activity, the orgasm was his, all his; she could strive for herself no more. Why had it lifted a great cloud from her and given her peace? But if she kept herself for herself it was nothing. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more.