It is a pity that D. H. Lawrence(1885-1930) died so soon,
because if he would have lived to the end of the Thirties, he
would have most likely embraced Fascism, sung the praises
of Nazis, and so would be seen today as the bastard he was.

Like many other persons of humble birth, he hated the people
of the class he was born in, worshipped the elite and hoped
nothing more than to be accepted among them. To gain their
admiration and to distance himself from his past, he was more
elitist than anyone born in elite could be. Even a snob like `Miss´
Evelyn Waugh(1903-66) had a more balanced view of English
working class - about as balanced as any writer of Socialist
realism had of the bourgeois - than the one which Lawrence
brought forward in his writings.

It would have been just if he would have never been able to
escape the bleak landscape of his birth.

It´s curious thing to read the texts of a man who has died over
70 years ago and hate him as much I hate Lawrence every time
I read him. Yet, I fully believe he totally deserves it; he was part
of the disease that gave birth to Nazism, another bastard child
of Nietsche, a sign of his times.

He was a great writer, but like many other great writers, his
greatness was solely confined to his art.