With a zealot's burning eyes and a full beard, he encouraged comparison with artistic notions of Jesus; yet he found Christianity a perversion of man's finest instincts. "My great religion," declared D.H. Lawrence, "is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect." But his books are models of calculation, the grown-up products of the scholarship boy who was a great exam taker. Although Lawrence celebrated the phallus and sang of the masculine principle, his every work is marked by an almost feminine hysteria that nags as it argues....
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