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Lady Chatterley’s Lover 87<br />
That a revolution in the passional lives of men and women<br />
must precede the establishment of the good society; and that this<br />
change, though in one sense revolutionary, will require a return to<br />
mythic origins, to the human condition that prevailed before some<br />
aboriginal catastrophe, is not doctrine peculiar to Lawrence. An<br />
obvious ancestor, among other, is Nietzsche; but such motions were<br />
in the air. The “dissociation of sensibility,” to use Eliot’s term, is an old<br />
doctrine, and Lawrence knew it very early, perhaps as early as 1906, if<br />
that was the year in which he told Jessie Chambers that there could<br />
never be another Shakespeare, for Shakespeare was the product of an<br />
integrated age, whereas “things are split up now.” 5 Early in 1929 he<br />
wrote an introduction to a projected book on his paintings, and in<br />
this extraordinary essay he found occasion to examine the nature of<br />
the dissociation in more historical detail. The reason why the English<br />
cannot paint is fear, fear of life; and Lawrence, now arguing that this<br />
fear is already visible in Shakespeare, dates it from the Renaissance,<br />
and specifically from the syphilis epidemic of the sixteenth century.<br />
“But with the Elizabethans the grand rupture had started in the<br />
human consciousness” (Phoenix, 552). The division between mental<br />
and physical consciousness was established; sex was associated with<br />
terror, and intuitive awareness of other people, and of nature, was<br />
lost. The art of the eighteenth century is optical rather than intuitive,<br />
the body disappears from painting; even the French Impressionists<br />
escaped into light. The chaos of modernism begins in this terror.<br />
Lawrence is particularly hard on Significant Form, a Bloomsbury<br />
doctrine. What he recounts “is the nauseating and repulsive history<br />
of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification of the<br />
spirit, the mental consciousness. . . . The Renaissance put the spear<br />
through the side of the already crucified body, and syphilis put poison<br />
into the wound made by the imaginative spear. . . . We . . . were born<br />
corpses” (569). Cezanne moved the stone from the door of the tomb,<br />
but the critics rolled it back; and English artists have reached a condition<br />
of death, whether or not this is a prelude to rebirth.<br />
Here we have a new historical version of Lawrence’s myth of the<br />
lost paradise, of the forfeited blood-consciousness and the closed<br />
imaginative eye. Such myths are normally inspired by a strong sense of<br />
the desperate need of one’s own epoch, and Lawrence’s is certainly no<br />
exception to the rule. He wrote Lady Chatterley and A Propos as contributions<br />
to an urgently needed passional revolution. His metaphysic