D. H. Lawrence,
The White Peacock
“ I like Woodside—it makes you feel—really at home—it soothes one like the old wood does. It seems right—life is proper here—not ulcery——” “Just healthy living flesh,” said I. “No, I don’t mean that, because one feels—oh, as if the world were old and good, not old and bad.” “Young, and undisciplined, and mad,” said I. “No—but here, you, and Lettie, and Leslie, and me—it is so nice for us, and it seems so natural and good. Woodside is so old, and so sweet and serene—it does reassure one.” ”
