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laurarose27's review against another edition
5.0
This was more of a long short story than a book, really - only fifty pages. But it was absolutely beautiful, both in the descriptions of places and in its themes. I found it deeply moving. Highly recommended.
helgamharb's review against another edition
5.0
4.5
He was alone; and having died, was even beyond loneliness.
The Man who Died is the story of the resurrection of Christ, according to D. H. Lawrence.
He went on, on scarred feet, neither of this world nor of the next. Neither here nor there, neither seeing nor yet sightless...
The book is divided in two parts.
The story begins as Christ returns from the dead and finds himself in the cave. His body is all wounds and hurt. His mission is over and he is supposed to join his Father in heaven.
But was it all worth it?
No man can save the earth from tillage.
He was alone; and having died, was even beyond loneliness.
The Man who Died is the story of the resurrection of Christ, according to D. H. Lawrence.
He went on, on scarred feet, neither of this world nor of the next. Neither here nor there, neither seeing nor yet sightless...
The book is divided in two parts.
The story begins as Christ returns from the dead and finds himself in the cave. His body is all wounds and hurt. His mission is over and he is supposed to join his Father in heaven.
But was it all worth it?
No man can save the earth from tillage.
blueyorkie's review against another edition
4.0
Due to its brevity, “The Escaped Cock” could be considered a short story. But it is more than that: a philosophical tale, a fable.
The text consists of two parts. The first presents us with a reborn but somewhat disillusioned Christ, a Christ that we will find in the second part, perfecting his resurrection in the experience of sex and paternity. This text mixes biblical and pagan themes under the regenerating action of the sun and the Mediterranean. Better, in a style that borders on poetry.
The text consists of two parts. The first presents us with a reborn but somewhat disillusioned Christ, a Christ that we will find in the second part, perfecting his resurrection in the experience of sex and paternity. This text mixes biblical and pagan themes under the regenerating action of the sun and the Mediterranean. Better, in a style that borders on poetry.
cyranoreads's review against another edition
4.0
Ethereally corporeal, exquisitely sensual, set in "profane" contradistinction to the biblical story for an otherworldly-lovely reflection on worldly values — my first experience of Lawrence was a treat.
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Quotations:
Rare women wait for the re-born man. For the lotus, as you know, will not answer to all the bright heat of the sun. But she curves her dark, hidden head in the depths, and stirs not. Till, in the night, one of these rare, invisible suns that have been killed and shine no more, rises among the stars in unseen purple, and like the violet, sends its rare purple rays out into the night. To these the lotus stirs as to a caress, and rises upwards through the flood, and lifts up her bent head, and opens with an expansion such as no other flower knows...
*****
She looked at him, and a queer glow dilated her eyes. This was her dream, and it was greater than herself. He could not bear to thwart her or hurt her in the least thing now. She was in the full glow of her woman's mystery.
*****
Suns beyond suns had dipped her in mysterious fire, the mysterious fire of a potent woman, and to touch her was like touching the sun. Best of all was her tender desire for him, like sunshine, so soft and still.
*****
The night was chill and starry, and of a great wintry splendour. "There are destinies of splendour," he said to the night, "after all our doom of littleness and meanness and pain."
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Quotations:
Rare women wait for the re-born man. For the lotus, as you know, will not answer to all the bright heat of the sun. But she curves her dark, hidden head in the depths, and stirs not. Till, in the night, one of these rare, invisible suns that have been killed and shine no more, rises among the stars in unseen purple, and like the violet, sends its rare purple rays out into the night. To these the lotus stirs as to a caress, and rises upwards through the flood, and lifts up her bent head, and opens with an expansion such as no other flower knows...
*****
She looked at him, and a queer glow dilated her eyes. This was her dream, and it was greater than herself. He could not bear to thwart her or hurt her in the least thing now. She was in the full glow of her woman's mystery.
*****
Suns beyond suns had dipped her in mysterious fire, the mysterious fire of a potent woman, and to touch her was like touching the sun. Best of all was her tender desire for him, like sunshine, so soft and still.
*****
The night was chill and starry, and of a great wintry splendour. "There are destinies of splendour," he said to the night, "after all our doom of littleness and meanness and pain."
luvbug7554's review against another edition
2.0
I read this too quickly, and while sitting in the icu. Thats my excuse. I knew before I went to book club I missed a ton, then figured out I missed much more. I should re read this before I write a real review. That will probably not happen.
siobhan03's review against another edition
5.0
En un principio el libro se presentaba interesante y me gustaba. La segunda parte me ha desagradado, pero entendiendo el contexto en el que esta escrito el libro puedo llegar a entenderlo. Me ha gustado mucho la manera de la cual esta escrita el libro, nunca había leído algo así.
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