The paradisal entry into pure, single being is proposed by Birkin momentarily as the way of redemption; yet we are aware in Women in Love as a whole of a complexity of issues to which this solution seems scarcely adequate. And indeed (as already noted) Birkin’s conclusions are not finally endorsed-in any simple way at any rate; justice is done also to darker compulsions, and the novel’s richness and achieved poise is the consequence. Yet if Lawrence makes no surrender to the paradisal myth in Women in Lovey he can certainly be said to have done so in other work, in the sense that, postulating over-simple solutions, he occasionally denies his own ‘principle of decomposition’, denies in other words his own most genuine perceptions. Lady Chatter ley's Lover is a case in point, and also The Ladybird. I consider both of these works later, using as foils both Women in Love and a tale that seems to me conspicuously successful, England, My England.