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I'm so glad that I read this book a second time, since the first time was long ago when I was quite young. I loved it then, but don't know how much I absorbed. The family narratives at the beginning were wonderful, familiar and at the same time imbued with Lawrence's unique deeply felt, evocative, psychologically sensitive style, which was so different from Victorian writers' style. His style of writing in those family saga sections already brought a modern sensibility into literature, a huge leap into a different world but a world not completely lost to 'progress,' consumer values, and the cynicism that pervades our world. But it is Ursula's individual story that brings us more fully into a world that, at the same time as it celebrates her individual, young woman's consciousness, deplores the crassness materiality of the world we live in now. While gradually telling her story, and in the extraordinary ending, symbolism makes her story ever more universal. And throughout, from beginning to end of this gorgeous novel, Lawrence translates feeling into words as well or better than any writer before him -- the transitory yet progressive nature of human feelings; the feelings of those who are sensitive to them at any rate.