Mauritius

If you hold your hand high and let me take its course, I will be half asleep and half awake for the rest of my life.Of course, I am sane intellectually, and more or less emotionally . . . but here . up.I like to think so. "

"Since when did you fall in love with me?"

"Don't ask me that." Clive repeated what Morris had just said.

"Hey, show me some seriousness—here—what did you like about me in the first place?"

"Do you really want to know?" Clive asked.Maurice liked the mood very much—playful and passionate, brimming with beloved Clive.

"Want to know."

"Here, I saw your beauty."

"My what?"

"Beauty... I used to admire the man above the bookshelf the most."

"A painting, I can understand it enough." Maurice glanced at Michelangelo on the wall and said. "Clive, you're a ridiculous little fool. Since you brought it up, I think you're beautiful too. You're the only beautiful person I've ever seen. I love your voice and everything about you , down to your clothes, or the room you sit in. I adore you."

Clive's face turned crimson. "Sit up straight, and let's change the subject," he said, the stupidity gone.

"I didn't mean to annoy you at all."

"These words must be said once, or we will never understand each other's minds. I did not expect, at least not guessed to this extent. You are very right, Maurice." He did not change the subject, but put It develops into another subject of recent interest: the extent to which desire affects our aesthetic faculties. "Look at that picture, for example. I love it because I love the young man he painted as much as the painter himself. I don't see it with the eyes of a man. There seem to be two paths to beauty— One is common, and it is by this road that all living beings came to Michelangelo. The other is the path that I and a few others took. We followed these two roads to Michelangelo. But , Greuze (Annotation: Joan-Baptiste Greuze (1725-1805) is a French genre painting and portrait painter. In 1759, he met French writer and philosopher Diderot (1713-1784), and was influenced by him. Encourages genre painting inclined to emotional exaggeration.) Not so. His subject repulses me. I can only follow one road to him, while the common man finds two."

Maurice did not interrupt him.To him the whole thing was lovely nonsense.

"It may be wrong to own a path," concluded Clive, "but a path exists as long as people are painted. Landscape is the only safe subject. Either geometric, graceful, and utterly inhuman." Theme. I wondered if that was something the Mohammedans had grasped? And old Moses—I just thought of that. If you draw a human body, it immediately creates disgust or arouses desire. Sometimes Is very slight, but inevitable. 'Make no idols for yourself' (Annotation: See "Old Testament · Exodus" chapter 20, verse 4.). Because you can't make idols for everyone Maurice, how about we rewrite history? The Philosophy of Beauty in the Ten Commandments. I always thought it was amazing that God didn't punish you and me. I used to think it was God's justice, but now I guess God Just ignorant. Yet I can defend the topic. Shall I write a dissertation on the topic in order to qualify as a Special Fellow?"

"I don't understand, you know that," said Maurice, a little embarrassed.

Their love scene acquires a new language of immeasurable meaning and thus prolongs it.No tradition ever daunted the young couple.Nor has any custom ever determined what is poetic and what is unreasonable.Few English minds were willing to admit the passions to which they were involved, and no fetters were made for it.Ultimate beauty finally appeared in their hearts.Unforgettable, eternal, expressed in the most humble words and from the purest feelings.

"Well, will you kiss me?" asked Maurice, when the sparrows were waking up under the eaves overhead, and the wood pigeons were beginning to coo in the distant woods.

Clive shook his head, and they parted with smiles on their faces.Regardless, they temporarily built perfection in their respective lives.

It seemed miraculous that Morris could command the respect of the Durhams, who did not dislike him.They loathed--to the point of almost paranoia--those who tried to make friends with them; and if a man was rumored to be wishing to enter squire society, it was reason enough to shut him down.In the interior (which is the meaningless realm of high-profile courtesies and dignified manners) one can find a few men like Mr. Hall: neither humble nor haughty about their good fortune, taking their leave when necessary, Not even a sigh.The Durhams considered it an honor to entertain him as one of the family, and he took it with aplomb, which again pleased them.In their minds, the expression of gratitude is inexplicably associated with ill-bredness.

All Maurice wanted was food and his friends, and he was oblivious to his success.When his stay was drawing to a close, the old lady surprised him by asking for a word with him.Regarding his family, she had already interrogated him and knew everything about him.This time, however, she treated him with humility: she wanted to hear his opinion about Clive.

"Mr. Hall, we would like your help. Clive thinks highly of you. Do you think it wise for him to spend his fourth year at Cambridge?"

Preoccupied with which horse to ride in the afternoon, Maurice was absent-minded, but very thoughtful.

"This is after a public embarrassment at the BA exams - is that wise?"

"He's going to do it," said Maurice.

Mrs Durham nodded. "You're telling the truth. Clive's going to do it. Well, he's out of anyone's hands. The property is his. Did he tell you?"

"No."

"According to my husband's will, Peng Jie belongs to him completely. As soon as he gets married, I will move to the widow's house..."

Maurice was taken aback.She looked at him and saw that his cheeks were flushed. "So, I have a girlfriend." She guessed.Putting the subject aside for the moment, she went back to Cambridge, saying that for a "bump" - she used the word brightly and confidently - the fourth year was of little benefit.How sweet it would be if Clive had his own place in the country.There's the hunting grounds, there's his tenants, and finally there's politics. "His father represented the constituency in Parliament, as you must know."

"do not know."

"What has he been talking to you about?" She smiled. "Anyway, my husband was an MP for seven years. Even though the Liberals are in power right now, everybody knows it won't last long. All our old friends are counting on him, but he's got to take his place and he's got to fit in. All of that —what's it called—what's the use of a research institute or something? He should travel for a year. He must go to America, and if possible, to the colonies. It's time to go Where necessary."

"He said he was going to travel after Cambridge. He asked me to go with him."

"I'm sure you'll go--don't go to Greece, Mr. Hall. It's entertainment. Do try to dissuade him from Italy and Greece."

"I also prefer America myself."

"Of course—any reasonable man would; but he's a scholar—a visionary—and Pippa says he writes poetry. Did you see that?"

Maurice had seen a poem dedicated to himself.Sensing that life was becoming increasingly surprising, he kept silent.Had Risley puzzled him eight months before, was he still the same person?What was it that broadened his horizons?Groups of lively people appeared in his field of vision.Lively, yet a little silly.They completely misunderstood him.When they thought they were the sharpest, they exposed their weaknesses.He couldn't help smiling.

"You've obviously seen..." Then she said suddenly, "Mr. Hall, does he have anyone? It's Newnham. Founded in 20), the colleges of the University of Cambridge accepted only boys at that time. Later, New Hall College (built in 1871) and Lucy Cavendish College (built in 1954) were established for women. These three The college has so far only accepted girls. By 1965, the other 1987 colleges had gradually become co-educational.) girls? Pippa said he had a girlfriend."

"Pippa had better ask, then," replied Maurice.

Mrs Durham admired him.He uttered insults to counter insults.Who would have expected such a talent in a young man?He didn't even seem to care about his victory, smiling at a guest who was staying here for a while.The man came along the lawn to drink tea.She said in the same tone she used to treat people of her own status: "At least let him remember the United States firmly, he needs to