Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.
Eight letters by D.H. Lawrence to Rachel Annand Taylor (ed. 1956)
Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.
Eight letters by D.H. Lawrence to Rachel Annand Taylor (ed. 1956)