The "grim" in Pilgrimage

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"Merrie England!  Shakespeare's England!  No, but the England of today, as Connie had realized since she had come to live in it.  It was producing a new race of mankind, over-conscious in the money and social and political side, on the spontaneous, intuitive side dead, but dead.  Half-corpses, all of them :  but with a terrible insistent consciousness in the other half.  There was something uncanny and underground about it all.  It was underworld.  And quite incalculable.  How shall we understand the reactions in half-corpses?  When Connie saw the great lorries full of steelworkers from Sheffield, weird, distorted, smallish beings like men, off for an excursion to Mattock, her bowels fainted and she thought :  'Ah God, what has man done to himself ?  What have the leaders of men been doing to their fellow men?  They have reduced them to less than human-ness;  and now there can be no fellowship any more!  It is just a nightmare.' "

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"She felt it again in a wave of terror, the grey, gritty hopelessness of it all.  With such creatures for the industrial masses, and the upper classes as she knew them, there was no hope, no hope any more. "

From the title page cover ;

"In 1928, already desperately ill, Lawrence wrote Lady Chatterley's Lover.  Banned as pornographic, the unexpurgated edition was not allowed  legal circulation in Britain until 1960.  Lawrence called his life, marked by struggle, frustration and despair, a  'savage enough pilgrimage'.  He died on March 2, 1930, at the age of forty-four, in Venice, France."