…than never to have D.H. Lawrenced at all.
We all understand that it’s not only inappropriate but grotesque to speak of film critics and columnists in this…uhm, regard. Rest assured I’m not going there, but the mere thought of some present-day, 50-plus critics (no names) engaged in…uhm, whatever is too terrifying to contemplate. But you know who always intimated that she may have led an active and perhaps even a joyful sensual life in the flower of relative youth? Back in the ’80s, I mean? Former Philadelphia Inquirer critic Carrie Rickey.
