"So that for us to go to Italy and penetrate into Italy is like a most satisfying act of self-discovery - back,back down the old ways of time.Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness". Thus Lawrence acknowledges his debt to Italy. This trilogy is drenched with the most exquisite prose and ravishing metaphors (" And looking down the hill,among the grey smoke of olive leaves, pink puffs of smoke are rising up. It is the almond and apricot trees, it is the Spring") and similes ("The sky and sea are parting like an oyster shell, with a low red gape").He,typically,repeats and artfully re-works his ideas to enhance the effects. "And cork trees! I see curious,slim oaky-looking trees that are stripped quite naked below the boughs standing brown,ruddy...They remind me of glowing,coffee-brown,naked aborigines of the South Seas. They have the naked suavity,skin-bare and intense coffee-red colour of unclothed savages". I therefore enjoyed this book far more than the novels. And I was impressed by how this working-class boy peppered these Italian dishes with Biblical, classical and literary references.Of course, his philosophy and view of history is flawed. as is his attempt to penetrate minds and cultures with so little acquaintance, yet they do tell us a great deal about what was going on in his very original mind. Lawrence is not scientific. His heightened perception is subjective, idiosyncratic and anti-rational. He is physically aroused by nature and the ancient blood and life forces, the consequence of his fragile health that kept him out of the army, obliged him to give up his job and brought him to a premature death. But this was also the young man who walked from Switzerland to Italy. His account is conversational, humorous and sarcastic at times."I am thoroughly sick to death of the sound of liras.No man can hear ten words of Italian today without two thousand or two million or ten or twenty or two liras flying like mosquitoes round his ears. Liras - liras- liras-nothing else". His prophetic and major theme, shared with Blake, Ruskin and others, is the corrupting and impending threat of the machine and industrialisation."It is the hideous rashness of the world of men,the horrible desolating harshness of the advance of the industrial world upon the world of nature that is so painful. It looks as though the industrial spread of mankind were a sort of dry disintegration advancing and advancing. If only we could learn to take thought for the whole world instead of for merely tiny bits of it" . In his 'Italy' we are led through art, beauty ,thoughts and reflections - rather as Lawrence was , by a guide,through the Etruscan Tombs.