deathmtn

I'm reading DH Lawrence because he wrote about a train ride we were not able to make while we were in Sardinia, but he's just insufferable. This is how he works: He literally judges people by their appearance, determining their character by how properly masculine or feminine they look to him. He complains about he ways of the country his is visiting that are different from those of his own stupid country. All this in a tone that reads like an especially mean-spirited Niles Crane. Good lord, fuck the classics!