Visions of life 1-4. [antikvár]

D. H. LAWRENCE A Sick Collier A study of the childish petulance and unreasonableness of a man in pain and sickness. From the short story, A Sick Collier. For six weeks he was in bed, suffering much pain. The doctors were not quite sure what was the matter with hím, and scarcely knew what to do. He could eat, he did not lose flesh, nor strength, yet the pain continued, and he could hardly walk at all. In the sixth week the men came out in the national strike. He would get up quite early in the morning and sit by the window. On Wednesday, the second week of the strike, he sat gazing out on the Street as usual, a bullet-headed young man, still vigorous-looking, but with a peculiar expression of hunted fear in his face. ' Lucy,' he called, ' Lucy!' She, pale and worn, ran upstairs at his bidding. ' Gi'e me a han'kercher,' he said. ' Why, you've got one,' she replied, coming near. 'Tha nedna touch me,' he cried. Feeling in his pocket, he produced a white handkerchief. ' I non want a white un, gi'e me a red un,' he said. ' An' if anybody comes to see you,' she answered, giving him a red handkerchief. 'Besides,' she continued, 'you needn't ha' brought me upstairs for that.' ' I b'lieve th' peen's commin' on again,' he said, with a little horror in his voice. 'It isn't, you know it isn't,' she replied. 'The doctor says you imagine it's there when it isn't.'