When I was being taught to write I was discouraged from repeating words. I was told that they chime in the reader's head and can distract from the story. Of course, I was a journalist and the story was the most important thing. Style was necessary, but only to enhance the reader's comprehension. So Lawrence's insistence on tolling the same words, often immediately after their first use, is deeply disturbing to me.
Here's some examples:
- The two women were jeering at him, jeering him into nothingness. The laugh of the shrill, triumphant female sounded from Hermione, jeering him as if he were a neuter.
- She only needed his conjunction with her. And this, this conjunction with her
- `To know, that is your all, that is your life -- you have only this, this knowledge,' he cried.
- `Hadn't they better be anything than grow up crippled, crippled in their souls, crippled in their feelings
- Isn't anything better than this? Better be animals, mere animals with no mind at all, than this, this nothingness
A SCHOOL-DAY was drawing to a close. In the class-room the last lesson was in progress, peaceful and still. It was elementary botany. The desks were littered with catkins, hazel and willow, which the children had been sketching. But the sky had come overdark, as the end of the afternoon approached : there was scarcely light to draw any more. Ursula stood in front of the class, leading the children by questions to understand the structure and the meaning of the catkins.
A heavy, copper-coloured beam of light came in at the west window, gilding the outlines of the children's heads with red gold, and falling on the wall opposite in a rich, ruddy illumination.
I'll let you know how I get on.