The Wakes

Los Morel en la feria disfrutan de los juegos, especialmente el hijo mayor. Del clásico de D. H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers…

Mrs. Morel did not like the wakes. There were two sets of horses, one going by steam, one pulled round by a pony; three organs were grinding, and there came odd cracks of pistol-shots, fearful screeching of the cocoanut man's rattle, shouts of the Aunt Sally man, screeches from the peep-show lady. The mother perceived her son gazing enraptured outside the Lion Wallace booth, at the pictures of this famous lion that had killed a negro and maimed for life two white men. She left him alone, and went to get Annie a spin of toffee. Presently the lad stood in front of her, wildly excited.

"You never said you was coming—isn't the' a lot of things?—that lion's killed three men—I've spent my tuppence—an' look here."

He pulled from his pocket two egg-cups, with pink moss-roses on them.

"I got these from that stall where y'ave ter get them marbles in them holes. An' I got these two in two goes-'aepenny a go-they've got moss-roses on, look here. I wanted these."

She knew he wanted them for her.

"H'm!" she said, pleased. "They ARE pretty!"

"Shall you carry 'em, 'cause I'm frightened o' breakin' 'em?"

He was tipful of excitement now she had come, led her about the ground, showed her everything. Then, at the peep-show, she explained the pictures, in a sort of story, to which he listened as if spellbound. He would not leave her. All the time he stuck close to her, bristling with a small boy's pride of her. For no other woman looked such a lady as she did, in her little black bonnet and her cloak. She smiled when she saw women she knew. When she was tired she said to her son:

"Well, are you coming now, or later?"

"Are you goin' a'ready?" he cried, his face full of reproach.

"Already? It is past four, I know."

"What are you goin' a'ready for?" he lamented.

"You needn't come if you don't want," she said.

And she went slowly away with her little girl, whilst her son stood watching her, cut to the heart to let her go, and yet unable to leave the wakes. As she crossed the open ground in front of the Moon and Stars she heard men shouting, and smelled the beer, and hurried a little, thinking her husband was probably in the bar… (Excerpts from Sons and Lovers, by D. H. Lawrence)

Vocabulario

Aunt Sally: figura de una anciana usada en las ferias como centro para arrojarle objetos.

moss-rose:  una variedad de una rosa.

El autor

D. H. Lawrence comenzó a trabajar en Sons and Lovers en el período de la enfermedad de su madre y frecuentemente expresa el sentido de desperdicio de la vida de la mujer. Las cartas de la época demuestran la admiración que sentía por su madre, “una mujer inteligente, irónica y delicada” y el desafortunado matrimonio con su padre minero, “un hombre de temperamento sanguíneo e inestable.” Este conflicto personal le proveería material para la primera mitad de su novela.