<DIV>With her soft brown hair, lithe figure and big, wondering eyes, Constance Chatterley is possessed of a certain vitality. Yet she is deeply unhappy; married to an invalid, she is almost as inwardly paralysed as her husband Clifford is paralysed below the waist. It is not until she finds refuge in the arms of Mellors the game-keeper, a solitary man of a class apart, that she feels regenerated. Together they move from an outer world of chaos towards an inner world of fulfillment.<br><BR>Included here, in his essay <i>A Propos of Lady Chatterley's Lover,</i> are Lawrence's own, final thoughts on male-female relationships in the modern world. This Penguin edition reproduces the newly established Cambridge text, the first edition ever to restore to Lawrence's most famous work the words he wrote and the first to correct authoritatively the 1928 Florence edition which Lawrence personally supervised. <p><br> <b>@DeadFlowers </b> Our farmhand is so aloof and Romantic. I wanna get on that. <br><BR> We had sex in a shack. We shacked up, har har har. I've got plenty of sex puns left, don't worry! <br><BR> I wonder what Oliver is doing right now … probably plowing. I guess that's his job. <br><br> <b>From </b></DIV>