Fantasia of the Unconscious. D. H. Lawrence

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       D. H. Lawrence

      Fantasia of the Unconscious

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664655820

Table of Contents

       FORWARD

       FANTASIA OF THE UNCONSCIOUS

       CHAPTER I

       INTRODUCTION

       CHAPTER II

       THE HOLY FAMILY

       CHAPTER III

       PLEXUSES, PLANES AND SO ON

       CHAPTER IV

       TREES AND BABIES AND PAPAS AND MAMAS

       CHAPTER V

       THE FIVE SENSES

       CHAPTER VI

       FIRST GLIMMERINGS OF MIND

       CHAPTER VII

       FIRST STEPS IN EDUCATION

       CHAPTER VIII

       EDUCATION AND SEX IN MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD

       CHAPTER IX

       THE BIRTH OF SEX

       CHAPTER X

       PARENT LOVE

       CHAPTER XI

       THE VICIOUS CIRCLE

       CHAPTER XII

       LITANY OF EXHORTATIONS

       CHAPTER XIII

       COSMOLOGICAL

       CHAPTER XIV

       SLEEP AND DREAMS

       CHAPTER XV

       THE LOWER SELF

       EPILOGUE

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      The present book is a continuation from "Psychoanalysis and the Unconscious." The generality of readers had better just leave it alone. The generality of critics likewise. I really don't want to convince anybody. It is quite in opposition to my whole nature. I don't intend my books for the generality of readers. I count it a mistake of our mistaken democracy, that every man who can read print is allowed to believe that he can read all that is printed. I count it a misfortune that serious books are exposed in the public market, like slaves exposed naked for sale. But there we are, since we live in an age of mistaken democracy, we must go through with it.

      I warn the generality of readers, that this present book will seem to them only a rather more revolting mass of wordy nonsense than the last. I would warn the generality of critics to throw it in the waste paper basket without more ado.

      As for the limited few, in whom one must per force find an answerer, I may as well say straight off that I stick to the solar plexus. That statement alone, I hope, will thin their numbers considerably.

      Finally, to the remnants of a remainder, in order to apologize for the sudden lurch into cosmology, or cosmogony, in this book, I wish to say that the whole thing hangs inevitably together. I am not a scientist. I am an amateur of amateurs. As one of my critics said, you either believe or you don't.

      I am not a proper archæologist nor an anthropologist nor an ethnologist. I am no "scholar" of any sort. But I am very grateful to scholars for their sound work. I have found hints, suggestions for what I say here in all kinds of scholarly books, from the Yoga and Plato and St. John the Evangel and the early Greek philosophers like Herakleitos down to Fraser and his "Golden Bough," and even Freud and Frobenius. Even then I only remember hints—and I proceed by intuition. This leaves you quite free to dismiss the whole wordy mass of revolting nonsense, without a qualm.

      Only let me say, that to my mind there is a great field of science which is as yet quite closed to us. I refer to the science which proceeds in terms of life and is established on data of living experience and of sure intuition. Call it subjective science if you like. Our objective science of modern knowledge concerns itself only with phenomena, and with phenomena as regarded in their cause-and-effect relationship. I have nothing to say against our science. It is perfect as far as it goes. But to regard it as exhausting the whole scope of human possibility in knowledge seems to me just puerile. Our science is a science of the dead world. Even biology never considers life, but only mechanistic functioning and apparatus of life.

      I honestly think that the great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living terms, the great pagan world which preceded our own era once, had a vast and perhaps perfect science of its own, a science in terms of life. In our era this science crumbled into magic and charlatanry. But even wisdom crumbles.

      I believe that this great