Lady Chatterley's Lover, part IV
I had forgotten what a horrible person Mellors was to other women. It's rather disturbing.
"It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear."
-D. H Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
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Howl's Secret Garden
Photo credits:
Top Left: Meadow with a Mountain View by jakergb from Canva Pro (with a filter to lighten the colors a little)
Top Right: Foxglove by manfredxy from Canva Pro
Middle Left: Wildflowers in meadow by Jupiterimages from Photo Images (I don't think I'd heard of that one before)
Middle Right: Flowing stream by Goodshoot from Photo Images (with a filter because the original is so bright and yellowish, it didn't really fit with the moodboard)
Bottom Left: Secret Garden Door by gollykim from Getty Images Signature (again, with a filter, once I put one on Flowing stream I added it to two others so all the colors would mesh, but not on the other three so it would alternate between light and bright)
Bottom Right: Butterfly Meadow by borchee from Getty Images Signature
Technically they're all from Canva Pro, but when I check the credits it tells me they're from somewhere else, so. *shrug*
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"The Secret Garden", by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
"Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In the garde, - in all the places.", from The Secret Garden.
"Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just had the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.", from The Secret Garden.
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