The Fox by D.H. Lawrence has been the most remarkably eerie of all the precarious novels and tale’s I’ve puzzled over in my time. It began as though the tale would contain a verisimilitude to ordinary mundane event or crisis. Personally, I anticipated the fox to harass the woman and drive them off with fear. I found it hard to dislike the fox when first introduced in the story. In fact, I was eager to applaud the fox had he nabbed himself a few chickens.
Then unexpectedly, a young boy arrives on the farm and began to maneuver himself. When Henry enters the story, I knew the fox had been outmatched and dreaded the imminent. I found it hard to except the death of the fox as one does not measure the boy’s keenness anywhere near that of the fox’s.
The death of the fox somehow weakens March. I note that until the fox dies, March had the ability to resist Henry and his antics. Yet, once the boy has slayed the fox she begins to loose herself in the battle against Henry.
I really enjoyed the read, but found it quiet farfetched. The woman certainly were duffed and I nobody can understand why. It baffled me that March neither cared nor considered the lack of consideration she had applied to interpret Henry and his will.
Near the end of the short story March does come to realization and explains to the boy that they were mistaken about each other. However, this lead Henry to race back to the farm and ultimately get what he wanted.
I couldn’t help but see this final resolution coming. I cannot say that I appreciate the fact that Henry killed Banford. Yet, it could be foreseen as most of the occurrences in this story were expected. This quality of the story actually keeps me reading as I’m always eager to prove my expectations right or wrong.
D.H. Lawrence truly drew up a conflict within the tale of March, Banford, and Henry. I enjoyed the read thoroughly and have recommended it to others as it is deeply involved in psychological conflict.

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