Another must read Lawrence article for ya...

To his once dear friend Katherine Mansfield, suffering from tuberculosis and alone in Italy, he writes, "I loathe you, you revolt me stewing in your consumption," and later asks another correspondent, "Spit on her for me when you see her, she is a liar out and out." "I hate humanity so much," he writes during the torment of World War I, "I can only think with friendliness of the dead."