Mauritius

Or did the holiday just suck? "

"It's a living hell, a miserable situation, a hell on earth."

Maurice opened his fist, seized a lock of Durham's hair, and closed it again.

"Wow, it hurts!" Durham exclaimed happily.

"What did your sisters say about the Eucharist?"

"A sister married a clergyman—don't, it hurts."

"It's a living hell, isn't it?"

"Hall, it never occurred to me that you were a stupid—" He took Maurice's hand. "The other is engaged to Squire Archibald London! Ouch! Let go, I'm going." He fell between Maurice's knees.

"Here, you said you want to go, why don't you go?"

"Because I can't walk."

It was the first time Maurice had dared to play with Durham.Religion and kinship vanished when he wrapped Durham in the hearth rug and clasped the wastebasket over his head.Featherston Howe, hearing the commotion, ran upstairs and rescued Durham.Since then, the two of them have been fighting for many days.Durham became as ridiculous as Maurice.Wherever they met--and they met everywhere--they beat each other up in half-truths, and involved their friends.Durham finally got bored.His constitution was weak, and he was injured occasionally, and several chairs in the room were also broken.Morris immediately noticed a change in Durham's mood.He stopped hilariously with Durham the way the foal did, however, through hilarity.They learn to be forthright with their feelings.Now the two of them walked arm in arm, or with their arms around their necks.When they sat down, the posture was almost the same—Maurice in the chair, Durham at his feet, leaning on his knee.Among friends, this has never been noticed.Maurice was always stroking Durham's hair.

They also expanded into other fields.During Lent (Annotation: Lent (also known as Lent), starting from the first day of Lent (Ash Wednesday). That is, six and a half weeks before Easter of Jesus, it is stipulated that within forty days (except Sunday) ) to imitate Jesus’ fasting in the wilderness.) This term, Morris is calling himself a theologian, which isn’t entirely nonsense.He believed he had faith, and felt real pain when anything he took for granted was blamed.Among middle-class people this suffering is disguised as faith.This is not faith, but inertia.It did not support Maurice, nor help him expand his horizons.It doesn't even exist until it hits a counterattack, and when it does, it aches like a nerve that doesn't work.Everyone in the family has this nerve and considers it sacred.Although for them the Bible, the Prayer Book, the Eucharist, Christian ethics, and anything else beyond the mundane are inanimate.When any of them were attacked, they exclaimed, "How can people do this?" and signed the papers of the Defense Society.Maurice's father was on the verge of becoming the backbone of church and society when he died.Under the same circumstances, Maurice's mind would freeze.

However, he was not in the same situation.He had an overwhelming desire to impress Durham.He wanted to show his friend that there was more to him than just brute force.His father spoke cautiously, but he babbled. "You think I don't think of anything, but I can tell you that's not the case." Durham often didn't answer.Maurice was terrified, thinking that he would lose this friend.He had heard it said, "As long as you make Durham happy for a day, he'll treat you well. Otherwise he'll dump you." He was afraid that by flaunting his religious orthodoxy, something might happen that he was trying to avoid.But he couldn't help it, and the desire to attract Durham's attention grew stronger, and he talked in a raucous flow.

One day Durham said, "Hall, why are you doing this?"

"Religion is a vital thing to me," Maurice bluffed. "Because I say so little, you assume I'm indifferent. I take it very seriously."

"Then come to my room for coffee after dinner."

The two of them were walking into the dining room.Durham, who was on a scholarship, had to say a prayer of thanksgiving before meals, and his prayer had a cynical tone.They looked at each other while eating.They sat at separate tables, but Maurice deftly moved his chair so that he could see his friend.The stage of tossing bread as a ball is long gone.This evening, Durham's face was serious, and he didn't talk to the people around him.Maurice knew he had something on his mind, and guessed what he was thinking.

"What you want, you will get." Durham said while closing the outer door tightly to express "no meeting".

Maurice was cold and flushed.Then Maurice heard Durham's voice again.He was talking to Morris about the Trinity (Annotation: Trinity refers to God (in Catholicism, called "God")) is one, but there are three persons: the Father, the Son, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. The New Testament is the doctrine of the Trinity provided the basis. By the end of the fourth century, the doctrine of the Trinity had roughly taken its present form.) to criticize.Maurice thought he valued the doctrine of the Trinity.However, in the face of this terrifying flame, it seemed insignificant.He fell on his back in an armchair, exhausted, with sweat dripping from his brow and hands.Durham paced up and down, preparing his coffee, and said, "I know you don't like me like this, but you brought it on yourself. You can't expect me to keep things to yourself indefinitely, I have to from time to time." It’s impossible to vent.”

"Go on," said Maurice, clearing his throat.

"Actually, I didn't want to say anything, because I've always had a lot of respect for people's opinions, and I don't like to laugh at them. But it seems to me that you don't have any opinions worthy of respect. Your opinions are all second-hand—no, ten-handed." goods."

Maurice picked himself up again, and pointed out that Durham's words were too strong.

"Your mantra is: 'I take it very seriously.  …

"Why do you assume that's not the case?"

"You do take some things seriously, Hall, but that's clearly not the teaching of the Trinity."

"So, what is it?"

"It's football."

This was another blow to Maurice.His hands trembled and he spilled the coffee on the arm of the chair. "You're being a little unfair," he heard himself say. "At least you have the courage to hint, I think people are very important."

With a look of surprise on Durham's face, he said, "You don't think the Trinity is at all important anyway."

"Oh, to hell with the Trinity!"

Suddenly Durham laughed. "That's it, that's it, let's move on to my next point."

"I don't see what it's good for, anyway, I've got a brain problem, I mean a headache. Surely I can't prove these things, that is to say, that three Gods are one, and one God is three." ...but say what you will, it is vital to millions of people and we will not abandon this teaching. We feel deeply about it. God is good and that is the most important thing point. Why do you have to take the side road?"

"Why do you have deep feelings about the fork?"

"What did you say?"

Durham restated for him what Maurice had said.

"Well, that's the end of the line."

"Then, if the doctrine of the Trinity is wrong, does all the argument fall flat?"

"I don't think so, never will."

Maurice was completely on the defensive.His head really hurt, and the sweat flowed out as soon as he finished wiping it off.

"No wonder I can't explain it well, because I don't care about anything but football."

Durham came and sat down in good spirits on the edge of Maurice's chair.

"Watch out—you spilled your coffee."

"Oops—I spilled it."

As Maurice wiped the coffee that had spilled on him, he opened the outer door and looked out into the yard.It seemed like years had passed since I left this yard.Not wanting to be alone with Durham any longer, he called a few of his classmates to join them, and drank his coffee as usual.But Maurice did not go with them when they left.He boasted about the Trinity again. "It's mysterious." He plausibly said.

"It's not a mystery to me. Yet I respect those who genuinely feel it is a mystery."

Maurice felt uncomfortable, looking at his thick brown hands.Was the Holy Trinity really a mystery to him?Except when he was confirmed, had he even thought about the Trinity for five minutes?After the other students came, he calmed down and stopped being emotional.He scanned his mind, which looked like his hands, unquestionably durable, healthy, with potential for growth.However, it is not elegant enough, and it never feels mysterious, and the same is true of many other things.It is thick brown.

"I take this attitude," he paused, and then said loudly, "I don't believe in the doctrine of the Trinity. On this point, I concede.