Mellors speaks this line late in the novel, as Connie’s sister Hilda spells out the elaborate legal maneuvering — two divorces, a manufactured co-respondent — needed before he and Connie could eventually marry. His weary “I agree to anything… though I’ll do my best” captures the novel’s central friction between individual desire and the rigid social and legal codes of the day.
The book itself became a real-world test of exactly the kind of censoriousness Mellors is grousing about: banned as obscene when it first appeared in 1928, it wasn’t legally published unabridged in Britain until Penguin’s acquittal in the famous 1960 obscenity trial.
The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best.