Lady C

 

Lady C: The Long, Sensational Life of Lady Chatterley’s Lover

 

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My next book, about Lady Chatterley’s Lover, will be published in May 2026.

(336 Pages, 155 × 234 mm, 16 b-w illus.)

https://www.waterstones.com/book/lady-c/guy-cuthbertson/9780300266375

 

 

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© National Portrait Gallery, London.  D.H. Lawrence

possibly by Lady Ottoline Morrell, vintage snapshot print, 1928
3 1/8 in. x 2 1/8 in. (78 mm x 54 mm) image size
Photographs Collection NPG x140424

 

‘If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good.  If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend’

(Lady Chatterley’s Lover)

 

 

The roaring and swaying was overhead, only cold currents came down below. Connie was strangely excited in the wood, and the colour flew in her cheeks, and burned blue in her eyes. She walked ploddingly, picking a few primroses and the first violets, that smelled sweet and cold. And she drifted on without knowing where she was.

Till she came to the clearing, at the far end of the wood, and saw the green-stained stone cottage, looking almost rosy, like the flesh underneath a mushroom, its stone warmed in a burst of sun. And there was a sparkle of yellow jasmine by the door; the closed door. But no sound; no smoke from the chimney; no dog barking.

She went quietly round to the back, where the bank rose up; she had an excuse, to see the daffodils.

And they were there, the short-stemmed flowers, rustling and fluttering and shivering, so bright and alive, but with nowhere to hide their faces, as they turned them away from the wind.

(Lady Chatterley’s Lover)