Katherine Mansfield on DH Lawrence

There are certain thins in this book I do not like. But they are not important, or really part of it. They are trivial, encrusted, they cling to it as snails to the underside of a leaf -no more,- and perhaps they leave a little silvery trail, a smear, that one shrinks from as from a kind of silliness. But apart from these things is the leaf, is the tree, firmly planted, deeply thrusting, outspread, growing grandly, alive in every twig. All the time I read this book I felt it was feeding me. 

- Artful. Ali Smith