What do I care about knowledge [?] All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling
interventions of mind, or moral, or what not.
But what is puzzling about this undeniably powerful story is that, while it seems to assert, through both the narrator and the character of the blind man, Lawrence's doctrine that the blood is wiser than the intellect (Maurice has the narrator's and presumably Lawrence's sympathy, whereas Bertie Reid, who may have been based on Bertrand Russell, (5) represents the "fribbling
intervention of mind"), the story actually subverts this doctrine, or at the very least questions it.
All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling
intervention of mind, or moral, or what not." While this philosophy might have seemed original at the time, a direct hit at the mores of the recent Victorian era with its sexual repressiveness and the baroquely kinky secret sexuality that repressiveness engendered, Lawrence was actually in full harmony with the mainstream anti-rationalist tradition dating back to Jean-Jacques Rousseau (though Rousseau would probably have used the word "heart" in the place of Lawrence's "blood").