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LAWRENCE DAVID HERBERT (1790-1869)
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LAWRENCE DAVID HERBERT (1790-1869)
Lettre autographe signée adressée à Percival
Reginald STEPHENSEN Rottach-am-Tegernsee (Haute-Bavière), 5 septembre 1929, 2 pages in-4 à l'encre en anglais. (Traces de pliure, déchirure sans affectation au texte et rousseurs).
D. H. Lawrence, célèbre auteur de L'amant de Lady Chatterley, écrit une lettre à Percival Reginald Stephensen de Mandrake Press dans laquelle il critique les socialistes et surtout les reproductions photographiques de ces peintures.
«I'm glad you got a kick out of Eastwood & the miners & all. They were alive when I was a lad, so they can't be so very dead. And if they produced me, they must be a bit like me, somewhere. But as for coming out a socialist—the very nastiest attacks on me in the papers come from the Socialists & the Clyneside ‘workers' sort of people.
The miseries of Eastwood aren't really socialists, any more that I am, really—& they never will be. The socialist always kills the man, in a man.
It did Willie Hopkin a lot of harm. Look at Bernard Shaw! What I care about, in a man, is the man, not the socialist. And that very capacity for joy, for real fun, that I care about. Becoming self-conscious kills joy & fun only because we don't become genuinely aware of ourselves, right through. We stop short, & substitute a narcissus image, & that is the real death of all joy. The bane of socialists is that they are half self-conscious, & for the other half substitute a narcissus image of their own perfect rightness etc, which is hell.—And that's the trouble with Willie Hopkin—he never got down to the bed-rock of himself, as a man, so has footed all his life with a narcissus image of himself, & each of his two wives has been the better man of the marriage. Poor Sallie—she was the better man, indeed! And he says of her now ‘she had a mournful outlook on life.' “I should be glad if
I could have those two copies of the Paintings Book in Florence. I asked Enid Hilton to take three over to Paris, & send them from there.
Lettre autographe signée adressée à Percival
Reginald STEPHENSEN Rottach-am-Tegernsee (Haute-Bavière), 5 septembre 1929, 2 pages in-4 à l'encre en anglais. (Traces de pliure, déchirure sans affectation au texte et rousseurs).
D. H. Lawrence, célèbre auteur de L'amant de Lady Chatterley, écrit une lettre à Percival Reginald Stephensen de Mandrake Press dans laquelle il critique les socialistes et surtout les reproductions photographiques de ces peintures.
«I'm glad you got a kick out of Eastwood & the miners & all. They were alive when I was a lad, so they can't be so very dead. And if they produced me, they must be a bit like me, somewhere. But as for coming out a socialist—the very nastiest attacks on me in the papers come from the Socialists & the Clyneside ‘workers' sort of people.
The miseries of Eastwood aren't really socialists, any more that I am, really—& they never will be. The socialist always kills the man, in a man.
It did Willie Hopkin a lot of harm. Look at Bernard Shaw! What I care about, in a man, is the man, not the socialist. And that very capacity for joy, for real fun, that I care about. Becoming self-conscious kills joy & fun only because we don't become genuinely aware of ourselves, right through. We stop short, & substitute a narcissus image, & that is the real death of all joy. The bane of socialists is that they are half self-conscious, & for the other half substitute a narcissus image of their own perfect rightness etc, which is hell.—And that's the trouble with Willie Hopkin—he never got down to the bed-rock of himself, as a man, so has footed all his life with a narcissus image of himself, & each of his two wives has been the better man of the marriage. Poor Sallie—she was the better man, indeed! And he says of her now ‘she had a mournful outlook on life.' “I should be glad if
I could have those two copies of the Paintings Book in Florence. I asked Enid Hilton to take three over to Paris, & send them from there.