But he was looking mostly straight below him, at the massed foliage of the cliff-slope. Down into the centre of the great, dull-green whorls of the tree-ferns, and on to the shaggy mops of the cabbage palms. In one place a long fall of creeper was yellowish with damp flowers. Gum-trees came up in tufts. The previous world!--the world of the coal age. The lonely, lonely world that had waited, it seemed, since the coal age. These ancient flat-topped tree-ferns, these towsled palms like mops. What was the good of trying to be an alert conscious man here? You couldn't.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - PhilSyphe - LibraryThing
I read this in 2011 for one of my modules at university, which was all about D. H. Lawrence. Found out during the module that I'm not a Lawrence fan. He seemed to divide opinions among students, some ... Read full review
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I would have to say that this is my least favorite D.H. Lawrence to date. It is really more of a philosophical treatise on man's relationship to man and country than a novel. Apparently it is strongly ... Read full review