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His language blends well with conflicting arrogance. David Herbert Lawrence was one writer who convinced me of the need for being plisky towards eliciting rather lightly, literature’s ponderous values. And his very intriguing oeuvre – ejusdem generis – leveraging on myrmidons’ intrinsic perceptions, is reclassified as efficient and evocative of lasting power of influence. I’d rather be in a bivouac with his LADY CHATTERLY’S LOVER, upon the weeping lair of a promontory.
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