I’m going away from here. Walking one arrives: if not to the grave, at least a little bit outside this human, too human world. (Letters IV, 185) D.H. Lawrence wrote these words on the second of ...

“You cannot conceive how dark and hideous London is today, mouldering in a dank fog,” wrote D.H. Lawrence in a 1915 letter. “I am glad we have let this flat.” The flat in question was 1 ...