“Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable sodding rotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering palsied pulse-less lot that make up England today. They’ve got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery, it’s a marvel they can breed. They are nothing but frog-spawn—the gibberers! God, how I hate them! God curse them, funkers. God blast them, wish-wash. Exterminate them, slime.”

–D.H. LAWRENCE, AFTER SONS AND LOVERS WAS REJECTED BY A PUBLISHER
Born this week in 1885
*RHS is short for Releasing the Hidden Splendour. Go to “Prosperos Classes” page on this website for more information.