A review by williamzzengg
Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence

4.0

To him now life seemed a shadow, day a white shadow, night, and death, and stillness, and inaction, this seemed like being. To be alive, to be urgent, and insistent, that was not-to-be. The highest of all was, to melt out into the darkness and sway there, identified with the great Being.

This book moved very slowly at times and there's a lot. There's so much that I don't know. There is a significance in nature, something greater than our individual selves. Colorful. And darkness. And there's love too, but that seems to be inconclusive so far...

someone pls help me