Publication Date: July 18, 2016

Chapter: The Twentieth Century

So, Lawrence is hangin' out on his front porch in his jammies, staring at a snake that's sipping his water in the early morning. Lawrence knows he's supposed to murder the snake, but finds something admirable about it. He settles for throwing a hunk of wood at Mr. Snake. The snake subsequently slithers away forever, and makes Lawrence very, very sad. Stupid Lawrence.

Author: D.H. Lawrence • Year: 1923 • Info: Poets' Graves

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