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I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.
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Letter to John Middleton Murry (3 October 1924)

 

D. H. Lawrence

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