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I am writing this sitting uncomfortably in
a sweat-filled, grime-filled and people-filled bus chiefly because I owe a post
to DH Lawrence and can't wait till I reach home (or till the home reaches me).
I gave myself two hours of DH Lawrence last
evening on the eve of this exam I am returning from (MA entrance in Jadavpur
University for Comparative Literature) and just as I had expected, just as I
had envisioned, he filled me up with everything a pupil can expect of his
teacher.
When you read the kind of classic that
Lawrence writes, you become so full of words, so full of vocabulary and so full
of refinedly structured sentences that you feel never at a loss for words.
For someone on the brink of the most vital
exam of his life, such a state is a state of utopia, a scenario of complete
perfection or near-perfection as in my case.
If I top this exam, which I think I should,
I shall be eternally indebted to Lawrence and his Lady Chatterley.
My indebtedness also owes itself to Brita
aunty, Sneha Isabella Sharma, Tanisha Chatterjee and Sreetama Ghoshal for their
helpful inputs over the past few days. I hope to be perennially grateful to
them despite the fact that hope is a dangerously unreliable thing. :)
-Ritesh Agarwal
19th May, 2014
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