The D.H. Lawrence drinking game

WS notes that DH Lawrence's problem is that he had no "self-irony," i.e., he never laughed at himself. How true! Is there any other major writer with less of a sense of humor? His serious tone is the counterpart to his incredible commitment to his work and his sometimes polemical tone - he wasa high priest of the arts and of sexual liberation, at least as he saw it (all mixed up with male dominance and romanticism of the working classes, ideas that today seem quaint), and later in life of a sadly conservative politics - if I remember correctly some of his later novels such as Kangaroo idealized a form of autocracy that verged on fascism - even hinted as Nazi-like idealization of the powerful ruler, etc., some very dark elements in DHL indeed. To light up Lawrence, how about a drinking game? Start a Lawrence story or novel and every time he uses the word "loins," down a shot. See who wins, you or DHL. Seriously - been reading his very long story, nearly a novella, The Vicar's Daughters, ot a very exciting story but interesting to see the Lawrentian family/class/sexual dynamics tansplanted from the usual ground - the sensitive and artistic son struggling with the brutal coal-mining father, and loving and romantic mother town between her love for father and son - to a female-axis household, the two daughters each playing out a different strand of the psychodrama, the younger, Miss Louise, obviously in love with the working-class lad in the village who has gone off to join the Navy (the Vicar's family, the mother at least, very contemptuous of the family as a bunch of no-good, alcoholic miners); the older daughter, Miss Mary, building an attachment to the substitute vicar, a frail and sickly intellectual - in one way, he, too, is a Lawrentian figure, struggling through his illness, but also it strikes me that this is DHL's take on Middlemarch, the beautiful woman falling in love with a sickly intellectual, to the complete puzzlement of her sister and of others in the village.