I wuvs you, Mummy!
"Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable sodding rutters, the flaming sods, the snivelling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today."
—D.H. Lawrence, after failing several times in 1913 to place Sons and Lovers with a publisher
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