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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the
past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him
in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the
woman in his arms was the only necessity.
He went to the hut, and wrapped himself in the blanket and lay on the
floor to sleep. But he could not, he was cold. And besides, he felt
cruelly his own unfinished nature. He felt his own unfinished condition
of aloneness cruelly. He wanted her, to touch her, to hold her fast
against him in one moment of completeness and sleep.
He got up again and went out, towards the park gates this time: then
slowly along the path towards the house. It was nearly four o'clock,
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