Whose fault is it anyway?
He was D.H. Lawrence. She was his Lady Chatterley. Their extraordinary romance was more tempestuous than any he wrote.
When thine eyes deceive, pluck them out
Their Love Could Never Be. She Knew It. He Knew It. So Did His Wife.
Two Men Obsessed By a Woman Who Desired Them Both...
MARCEL PAGNOL's Magnificent Epic of the Soil