The title story relates the finer detail to the lurid cover of this paperback - one of Lawrence's daubs of fleshy excesses!, which drew a blushing grin from the 'faded rosebud' assistant of the species in the charity shop...for 20p it was a priceless moment of Lawrencesque eroticism, as she chided me gently.."A-hem!!..." I told her that Lawrence had lived not 100 yards from where we stood..when he taught in Croydon.
— Oct 26, 2014 04:17AM
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