Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.


A Propos of Lady Chatterley's Lover: Being an Essay Extended from "My Skirmish with Jolly Roger." (ed. 1930)


Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.