Lady Chatterly's Lover - D.H.Lawrence.

I read this passage from 'Lady Chatterly's Lover' (one of my favourite books) and just felt the need to share it with everyone I knew. This passage defines everything that's wrong with life. There is no peace and no solitude any more...it's just industry and everything pure, beautiful and natural is destroyed by man's greed. Man's noisy, insufferable greed.

"He went down again into the darkness and seclusion of the wood. But he knew that the seclusion of the wood was illusory. The industrial noises broke the solitude, the sharp lights, though unseen, mocked it. A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits. And now he had taken the woman, and brought on himself a new cycle of pain and doom. For he knew by experience what it meant.

It was not woman's fault, nor even love's fault, nor the fault of sex. The fault lay there, out there, in those evil electric lights and diabolical rattlings of engines. There, in the world of the mechanical greedy, greedy mechanism and mechanized greed, sparkling with lights and gushing hot metal and roaring with traffic, there lay the vast evil thing, ready to destroy whatever did not conform. Soon it would destroy the wood, and the bluebells would spring no more. All vulnerable things must perish under the rolling and running of iron."