I was crawling through the books I bought over summer (yes, still not done with those) and this little passage caught my attention because it had to do with the word 'ravish':

" 'Thou still unravished bride of quietness,' " he quoted. -- "It seems to fit flowers so much better than Greek vases."
"Ravished is such a horrid word!" she said. "It's only people who ravish things."
"Oh I don't know -- snails and things," he said.
"Even snails only eat them. And bees don't ravish."
She was angry with him, turning everything into words. Violets were Juno's eyelids and windflowers were unravished brides. How she hated words, always coming between her and life! They did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases sucking all the life-sap out of living things.
...Ravished! How ravished one could be without ever being touched! Ravished by dead words become obscene, and dead ideas become obsessions.

- D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

posted by Tae-Yeoun Keum   [8:07 PM]

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