RELATIONS OF DOMINANCE AND EQUALITY IN D. H. LAWRENCE

RELATIONS OF DOMINANCE AND EQUALITY IN D. H. LAWRENCE RELATIONS OF DOMINANCE AND EQUALITY IN D. H. LAWRENCE

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122 destruction in herself. She looks for help in her lover but he is too distant from the image of him she has dreamed: She suffered the agony of disillusion. Was this the real Siegmund, and her own projection of her soul? She took her breath sharply. Was he the real clay, and that other, her beloved, only the breathing of her soul upon this. There was an awful blank before her (p.100). Helena will continue destroying because she is unable to unite what is real and what she dreams. The real Siegmund is miles away from her mind: "The secret thud, thud of his heart, the very self of that animal in him she feared and hated, repulsed her. She struggled to escape" (ibid). The way Lawrence describes this passage lacks the skillful hand of the late writer. He is too melodramatic in his presentation of Helena's feelings. He expresses her tragic conflict as if he wanted to pluck out the reader's heart. However, all he achieves is the boredom of an adolescent magazine one reads just for the sake of reading something: She began to sob, dry wild sobs, feeling as if she would go mad. He tried to look at her face, for which she hated him. And all the time he held her fast, all the time she was imprisoned in the embrace or this brute, blind creature, whose heart confessed itself in the thud, thud, thud (ibid). Siegmund asks her what is going on, and seems generally dumbfounded. Then he wants to die, unable to do anything to save his beloved * from her oppressive sobs. After all this conflict Siegmund detaches his soul from his real being and realizes more sharply the fault they are committing against life. He accepts his damnation: 'My fate is finely wrought out,' he thought to himself. 'Even damnation may be finely imagined for me in the night. I have come so far. Now I must get clarity and courage to follow out the theme. I don't want to botch and bungle even damnation'... Staring in the darkness, he seemed to feel his course, though he could

123 not see it. He bowed in obedience. The stars seeming to swing in token of submission (p.103). He will not struggle against his fate. He accepts the impossibility of changing the course of his life if it tells him to die. Helena is not present in his soul now. She is outside the sphere of his mind. When the crisis passes, Helena tries to be gentle to Siegmund. She does not tell him why she behaved the way she did. She only says that he is unable to understand. In her brief explanation she mentions her guilt complex in relation to his family, which in fact is not the real motive. This makes him feel guilty. The conversation leads to his renewed feeling of inferiority towards her. He is weak and, therefore, she must lead him: 'Sometimes,' she murmured, in a low, grieved confession, 'you lose me.' He gave a brief laugh. 'I lose you!' he repeated. 'You mean I lose my attraction for you, or my hold over you, and then you -?' He did not finish. She made the same grievous murmuring noise over him. 'It shall not be any more,' she said. 'All right,' he replied, 'since you decide it.' 'You mustn't be bitter,' she murmured. 'Four days is enough,' he said. 'In a fortnight I should be intolerable to you. I am not masterful.' (p.106 - My underlining). Helena continues playing with her intermittent sense of guilt, trying to force him to admit their fault: "'I think dear... I have done wrong'... 'I shall send you back to Beatrice and the babies — tomorrow — as you are now'" (p.107). Helena has got the right to 'send' Siegmund back to his family. Even in her guilt she maintains control over the situation. Even if he does not want to go, she will send him back. During another bath in the sea, in his 'virgin bay',

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destruction in herself.<br />

She looks for help in her lover but he<br />

is too distant from the image of him she has dreamed:<br />

She suffered the agony of disillusion. Was this<br />

the real Siegmund, and her own projection of her<br />

soul? She took her breath sharply. Was he the<br />

real clay, and that other, her beloved, only the<br />

breathing of her soul upon this. There was an<br />

awful blank before her (p.100).<br />

Helena will continue destroying because she is unable to unite<br />

what is real and what she dreams.<br />

The real Siegmund is miles<br />

away from her mind: "The secret thud, thud of his heart, the<br />

very self of that animal in him she feared and hated, repulsed<br />

her. She struggled to escape" (ibid).<br />

The way Lawrence describes<br />

this passage lacks the skillful hand of the late writer. He is too<br />

melodramatic in his presentation of Helena's feelings. He<br />

expresses her tragic conflict as if he wanted to pluck out the<br />

reader's heart.<br />

However, all he achieves is the boredom of an<br />

adolescent magazine one reads just for the sake of reading<br />

something:<br />

She began to sob, dry wild sobs, feeling as if<br />

she would go mad. He tried to look at her face,<br />

for which she hated him. And all the time he held<br />

her fast, all the time she was imprisoned in the<br />

embrace or this brute, blind creature, whose heart<br />

confessed itself in the thud, thud, thud (ibid).<br />

Siegmund asks her what is going on, and seems generally dumbfounded.<br />

Then he wants to die, unable to do anything to save his beloved *<br />

from her oppressive sobs. After all this conflict Siegmund<br />

detaches his soul from his real being and realizes more sharply<br />

the fault they are committing against life.<br />

He accepts his<br />

damnation:<br />

'My fate is finely wrought out,' he thought<br />

to himself. 'Even damnation may be finely<br />

imagined for me in the night. I have come so<br />

far. Now I must get clarity and courage to<br />

follow out the theme. I don't want to botch and<br />

bungle even damnation'... Staring in the darkness,<br />

he seemed to feel his course, though he could

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