劳伦斯写这篇短文时,已经病入膏肓。我们从中已经看不到那个写《儿子与情人》的人颤抖的心灵——一颗纯真、纤敏、苍白但高洁的年轻的心,看不到那个写《恋爱中的女人》的作者——一个面对人性的压抑狂暴地否定文明进程的人,更看不到那个写作《恰特莱夫人的情人》的作者,一个用全副身心歌颂赞美生命复苏,在阴郁的荒原上亮出生之底蕴的人。我们不得不从字里行间判断出:劳伦斯成 When Lawrence wrote this essay, he was ill. We can no longer see the trembling mind of the man who wrote “Sons and Lovers,” a young, innocent, slender, pale but noble young man who can not see the author who wrote The Woman in Love - A person who oppresses human nature and oppresses violently negates the course of civilization can not see the author who wrote “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” a man who with all his heart and soul praising praise for the recovery of life and the birth of a born in the gloomy wasteland people. We have to judge from the lines: Lawrence