ABSTRACT
April is (as the poet has it) “the cruellest month.” The first week of this April in 1995 was an especially trying time for the Standard, that scrappy, intelligent and often courageous London daily newspaper. Among its distinctions was its pioneering efforts—after the court’s 1960s decision in favor of D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover in all its pristine impurities—to keep the liberated language salty and realistic.
