“Nothing was more painful than to see him standing there is his degraded, sordid American clothes, on the deck of the steamer, waving us good-bye, belonging in his final desire to our world, the world of consciousness and deliberate action. With his candid, open, unquestioning face, he seemed like a prisoner being conveyed from one form of life to another, or like a soul in trajectory, that has not found a resting place.
What were his wife and child to him: they were the last steps of the past. His father was the continent behind him; his wife and child the foreshore of the past; but his face was set outwards, away from it all-whither, neither he nor anybody knew, but he called it America.”
D.H. Lawrence, « John » 1916.
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