Probably the least interesting question we can ask about Lawrence is whether he sometimes violated some contemporary taboos worthy of the name; He did it. More interestingly, it was common for a generation or two for the feeling of accusation to go the other way: to feel that Lawrence was judging us by the example of his passion and courage. “He shames you, Lawrence,” Wrote Henry Miller, while Diana Trilling argued that those who despised Lawrence were showing what psychoanalysts call reaction training: “Lawrence hits our weaknesses so directly that we rush to attack his weaknesses.” Few readers will surely walk away from Lawrence`s last life with the feeling of being more diligent, honest and energetic than his subject. After the war years, Lawrence began what he called his “wild pilgrimage,” a period of voluntary exile from his homeland. He fled the UK at the earliest opportunity and returned only twice for short visits and spent the rest of his life travelling with Frieda. This desire to travel has led him to Australia, Italy, Ceylon (Sri Lanka), the United States, Mexico and southern France. They left Britain in November 1919 and moved south, first to Abruzzo in central Italy, then to Capri and fontana Vecchia in Taormina, Sicily. From Sicily they made short trips to Sardinia, Monte Cassino, Malta, northern Italy, Austria and southern Germany. It becomes clear how Magnus implacably persecuted Lawrence for what he could get from him, and Lawrence, who worked tirelessly and had little to live with, often yielded to the pleas of a well-mannered and pious gentleman who dreamed of receiving sacred orders. Overall, Lawrence loved Magnus – the attraction was obviously not sexual, but had more to do with religion, class and charm – and when he was under pressure, he felt sorry for him.
Only then would Lawrence discover Magnus dining in a first-class hotel, as if he had been born. Magnus claimed that Hedwig was the illegitimate daughter of the emperor. Did Lawrence believe in royal blood? Who can say that? Magnus was certainly a self-confident man, an inventor of stories. Lawrence wanted to go abroad, and one of his former teachers, Ernest Weekley, had contacts in Germany. When Lawrence arrived to meet Weekley for lunch, he instead found his German wife Frieda, a thirty-three-year-old mother of three, and the former lover of the unorthodox psychoanalyst Otto Gross, from whom she had taken up the sympathetic idea of the Oedipus complex; Their influence is evident in the title “Sons and Lovers”. Frieda was intelligent, feisty, direct, beautiful – and aristocratic. When the maid was outside, she didn`t know how to turn on the gas stove for tea, and Lawrence reprimanded her for her incompetence. Throughout his life, Lawrence seems to have made himself popular with people by telling them what was wrong with them. Of course, that wasn`t all he had told her. Within days he had written to say that she was “the most wonderful woman in all of England.” Faced with enormous initial inconveniences and permanent tenderness, the poverty that lasted three-quarters of his life, and the hostility that survived his death, he didn`t do anything he didn`t really want to do, and whatever he wanted to do most, he did. He went around the world, he owned a ranch, he lived in the most beautiful corners of Europe and met those he wanted to meet and told them they were wrong and he was right. He painted and made things, sang and rode.
He has written about three dozen books, including even the worst dance with life that cannot be confused with that of any other man, while the best are admitted, unmatched even by those who hate him. Without vice, with the most human virtues, husband of a woman, conscientiously honest, this esteemed citizen nevertheless managed to free himself from the shackles of civilization and the cry of literary cliques. He reportedly laughed lightly and cursed poisoned as he passed over the solemn owls – each secretly chained to the leg – who are now conducting his investigation. To do his job and live his life in spite of themselves, he needed work, but he did, and long after they were forgotten, sensitive and innocent people – if there were any left – will turn Lawrence`s pages and know from them what a rare man was.  Lawrence was very interested in the sense of touch, and his emphasis on physical intimacy has its roots in the desire to emphasize the body and rebalance it with what he perceived as an excessive emphasis on the spirit of Western civilization; In a 1929 essay entitled “Men Must Work and Women Too,” he explains: He believed in writing poems that were strong, immediate, and faithful to the mysterious inner strength that motivated them. Many of his most popular poems deal with the physical and inner life of plants and animals; others are bitterly satirical, expressing outrage at the puritanism and hypocrisy of conventional Anglo-Saxon society. Lawrence was a rebellious and deeply polemical writer with radical views who saw sex, the primitive subconscious, and nature as a remedy for what he saw as the ills of modern industrial society. Extremely productive, his work was often of uneven quality, and he was a constant source of controversy, often implicated in cases of widespread censorship, best known for his novel Lady Chatterley`s Lover (1928). .