>>6131994>WHEELCHAIR>>6131060>GO TO WAR...?recently I watched the NFLX adaptation of Lady Chatterley's Lover I also read the DH Lawrence novel.
All novels should feature a scene of ROMANTIC PUBIC HAIR FLOWER BRAIDING sadly this is not in the film, though the actress does get very naked but it was not very erotic for me hmmm
Lady Chatterley is essentially about the eponymous heroine who has an affair with a lower class woodsman because her WW1 war wounded aristocratic husband cannot have a child due to his war injury.
The DH Lawrence novel is probably only 10% sex it is about 30% Mining Bolshevism, 30% upper class English gentry inability to do the sex, 30% weird Merry England woodland hut Robin Hood paganism forest things.
But there is this wheelchair scene, it is faithfully recreated with an appropriate exactitude in the nflx film. I don't really recommend NFLX films the music is terrible, the actress has too many modern mannerisms and instagram face for a period drama, but she does get naked
***
"I want this wood perfect ... untouched. I want nobody to trespass in it," said Clifford.
There was a certain pathos. The wood still had some of the mystery of wild, old England; but Sir Geoffrey's cuttings during the war had given it a blow. How still the trees were, with their crinkly, innumerable twigs against the sky, and their grey, obstinate trunks rising from the brown bracken! How safely the birds flitted among them! And once there had been deer, and archers, and monks padding along on asses. The place remembered, still remembered.
Clifford sat in the pale sun, with the light on his smooth, rather blond hair, his reddish full face inscrutable.
"I mind more, not having a son, when I come here, than any other time," he said.
"But the wood is older than your family," said Connie gently.
"Quite!" said Clifford. "But we've preserved it. Except for us it would go ... it would be gone already, like the rest of the forest. One must preserve some of the old England!"
"Must one?" said Connie. "If it has to be preserved, and preserved against the new England? It's sad, I know."
"If some of the old England isn't preserved, there'll be no England at all," said Clifford. "And we who have this kind of property, and the feeling for it, must preserve it."
There was a sad pause.
(...)
"The tradition of England! of this!"
"Yes," she said slowly.
"That's why having a son helps; one is only a link in a chain," he said.
Connie was not keen on chains, but she said nothing. She was thinking of the curious impersonality of his desire for a son.
"I'm sorry we can't have a son," she said.
He looked at her steadily, with his full, pale-blue eyes.
"It would almost be a good thing if you had a child by another man," he said.
