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Lawrence, D.H.

Second Best

It’s a lovely springtime afternoon, and you should be outdoors, at the park lazing about, not cramped inside looking for the cheap thrill of an afternoon bedtime story. Go on, go to the park now, and come back and listen later.

But I can only hope you’ve taken my advice, and I’ll assume that it’s later. So here’s a little Lawrence, replete with lovely Lawrencian descriptions of lovely springtime Yorkshire afternoons

It’s a lovely springtime afternoon, and you should be outdoors, at the park lazing about, not cramped inside looking for the cheap thrill of an afternoon bedtime story. Go on, go to the park now, and come back and listen later.

But I can only hope you’ve taken my advice, and I’ll assume that it’s later. So here’s a little Lawrence, replete with lovely Lawrencian descriptions of lovely springtime Yorkshire afternoons (as well as customary twisted-knife metaphors on sexual awakening and violence and death and romantic demystification). Excuse the post-nasal drippery; how’s that for commitment?

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Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

4 replies on “Second Best”

I can’t wait to hear this–already I want to get out my copy of Cold Comfort Farm or roll in a meadow, if the snow weren’t still so deep here.

Elas, there’s not much snow in the Dales, though of course we can always close our eyes and remember how lush it might’ve been (if we believe our memory is there to serve us at all!) Have you yet read The Lost Girl?

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