|DH Lawrence - body line |
I am working on a new novel that I fear will shock all our enemies, although that is not my purpose. You know how deep burns my belief that the close relations between man and woman have been capriciously misunderstood and misrepresented by writers. At last after years of painful and wasted labour I believe I have found the way to correct this and shine the light of truth into that conspiracy of darkness. I can have no truck with the nonsense that is conventionally spouted that a woman can have no conception of fast bowling. No - fast bowling can be the making of her womanhood. I will therefore show, with all the loving tenderness at my disposal, how, with appropriate introduction and encouragement, with careful coaching in the hands of one experienced and direct in his demands, a woman, even one with that carefully cultivated aristocratic langour that normally signifies a top order batter, can get the ball up round the batter's ears. Her first over will be strange but she will soon find herself possessed by an unmistakable physical thrill as her lower limbs spread naturally into the delivery stride. She will work on her seam position as she hits the track hard. She will master length.
My dearest, in rendering this truth I fear I will have to use a large number of cricketing terms - I cannot see that I have choice on this matter. I know that the prudes who stand in judgement over us will attempt to suppress my work. Let them - eternity will be my only judge. If they cannot stand to see in print words like off cutter, leg cutter, seam up, reverse swing - terms that they hear on every street corner, then I pity them. These words may seem crude to the beau monde but to my characters they are life itself.
I haven't decided on a title. What do you think of Lady Chatterley's Yorker?