b e h n d i n g

More D.H. Lawrence and flowers: “He put the flower in his mouth.  Unthinking, he bared his teeth, closed them on the blossom slowly, and had a mouthful of petals.  These he spat into the fire, kissed the mother, and went to bed.” – after Paul decides to break up with Miriam, his first love.  Kind of a grotesque image, reminds me of some American Beauty-esque, slightly twisted love affair.  With American Beauty, love is a form of escapism, whereas in Sons and Lovers, characters genuinely try and locate life’s meaning or deeper significance in these connexions.  But in both, love is the primary vehicle for relaying life’s sensations, for feeling.