I've been reading D.H. Lawrence's Study of Thomas Hardy today—a book that he worked on in the first half of his career but that wasn't published until after his death in 1930. While Lawrence's frantic, abrasive, sometimes silly critical style can be off putting, moments like this continue to take my breath away.
There was something about Lawrence.
He could see something. Can we see it?
"Why can't we know when we've had enough, as we know when we have had enough to eat? . . . How shall a man live? What do we mean by living?" (Lawrence 38).