I just saw and loved the fairly new French version of D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley. It was very slow and plodding in the way I love. The sex was frank (and not so plodding in the way I love) but also somehow completely romantic and touching. It was a beautiful movie.
After seeing it I immediately regretted the fact that I have been denied the romance of a crippled husband and a gameskeeper to frolic in the woods with. I wondered if Penelope the guinea pig perhaps needed a gameskeeper and decided most probably the gameskeeper career is going the way of the newspaper reporter. Anyone any good is either working at the NYT or minding large animals in Kenya. I decided not to put an ad on Craigslist for a gameskeeper.
I scrapped the crippled husband idea since in this day and age he would want all sorts of ramps and handicapped access devices installed in the house. But I clung to the gameskeeper idea.How could I find an equivalent gameskeeper-like person in my life to frolic with on the Swampscott Commons? The closest I got to it was maybe the owner of the gas station who is quite handsome and there is the added benefit of perhaps a little discount on my gas. (I know they never showed it in Lady Chatterley but I'm sure she got quite a few free pheasants and rabbits out of the deal.) The distance from my house to the gas station is pretty much the equivalent between that of her estate and the gameskeeper's cottage, however not as scenic. I am sure the gas station man will be a little shocked when I traipse down the road towards him in my nightie with a gas can, but no doubt he'll be game in the end.
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