Mauritius

How thoughtful! "

Morris nodded.

"Take Corodyne to Greece... Ada told me, you thought I was going to die. Why on earth are you so worried about my health? Don't be afraid. A clean experience like death will never be with me .”

"I know I'm going to die sooner or later, and I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die. If one of us dies and nothing is left, I don't know if you call it clean."

"Yes, that's what I call it."

"Then I'd rather be filthy." Maurice said after a pause, and Clive shuddered.

"Don't you agree?"

"Oh, you've become like any mortal. You've got to have a theory. We can't go quietly. We always have to make formulas. Though every formula has a day when it doesn't work. Yours Yes, stay filthy at all costs. I'll tell you, there are cases where it gets too filthy. So forget the river. The dead souls of this river forget all the past.)—if there was such a river, it would wash it clean. But perhaps there is no such river, the Greeks did not imagine so much. Otherwise, perhaps It’s too much to imagine. Maybe beyond the grave, I can’t forget anything. The bad memory may continue. In other words, there may be hell beyond the grave.”

"Bah, nonsense."

Clive usually entertained himself with abstract chatter.This time, however, he continued to play. "Forget everything—forget even happiness. Happiness! To be tickled by chance by somebody or something—that's all. If only we two had never been lovers! Because it would be If so, we may lie still and make no sound. We ought to sleep, and then we may be on good terms with the kings and counselors of the world who have secured for themselves solitude—"

"What are you talking about?"

"Or, like premature babies, we never had life, like babies who never saw the light of day. But the truth is—hey, don't look so serious."

"Then don't you say such strange things," said Maurice. "I never took your words seriously."

"Words cover thoughts, is it this theory?"

"Words are nothing more than boring sounds. I don't like your thoughts either."

"So, what do you like about me?"

Maurice smiled.As soon as Clive asked this question, he felt satisfied and refused to answer.

"Is my beauty?" said Clive sarcastically. "It's faded a bit, and my hair is falling out a lot. Do you notice it?"

"When I was 30, I became bald, like an egg."

"Perhaps you like my head, deranged bald man. I must be a lovely companion during and after illness."

Maurice looked at him tenderly.He was watching Clive as he had been when they first met.It's just that at the beginning I wanted to find out what kind of person he was, but now I want to know what's wrong with him.Something is wrong with Clive.Then there were the after-effects, which left him confused, depressed, and determined to go his own way.Maurice was not dissatisfied with this.The doctor failed, he wished he could succeed, he knew his strength.He will heal his friend with the power of love, and now he is exploring.

"I think you really like me for my brains. Like my weakness of will, which you've always known I'm not as good as. You're so considerate to me, you let me do what I want. You snub you at dinner." People in my family have never done this to me."

It was almost like picking a fight.

"But every now and then you make me bow to you—" He pinched Maurice in mock playfulness.Maurice was taken aback. "What's the matter? Tired?"

"I'm going to sleep."

"That is, you're tired. Why can't you answer a question? I didn't say 'tired of me,' although I could."

"Have you ordered a taxi to come at nine o'clock in the morning?"

"No, not even a ticket yet. Maybe I won't go to Greece at all, maybe it's as unbearable as England."

"Hmm. Good night, man." He went back to his room with deep concern.Why does everyone say that Clive is fit for travel?Even Clive himself knew he wasn't normal.Clive is generally methodical, so he procrastinated until the end and didn't buy a ticket.Perhaps he would not have set off in the end, but expressing a desire was only to thwart it.Maurice took off his clothes, glanced at himself in the mirror, and thought, "It's lucky that I'm healthy." well-matched face.Masculinity harmonizes the two, both covered with jet-black hair.He puts on his pajamas and jumps into bed.Despite her worries about Clive, she was delighted.Because he is strong enough to keep two people alive.Clive had helped him.When the situation changed, Clive would still help him.Currently he has to help Clive.The two of them will take turns helping each other like this throughout their lives.When he was drowsy, the prospect of love appeared in his dream, and the ultimate goal was not far away.

There was a knocking sound from the next door.

"What's the matter?" he asked, and then, "Come in!" for Clive was outside the door.

"Can I get into your bed?"

"Come on," Maurice said, making room for him.

"I'm always cold, miserable, and I can't sleep. I don't know what's going on."

Maurice did not misunderstand Clive.At this point, he knew Clive, and the two were on the same page.They lay side by side, but not next to each other.After a while Clive said: "It's not much better here, I'm going." Maurice was not sorry, for he too could not sleep, though for a different reason.His heart was pounding, afraid of being heard by Clive, so he could figure out the reason.

Clive sits in the Theater of Dionysus. The theater was rediscovered in 4 and was substantially restored to its original form at the end of the 1765th century under the direction of the archaeologist and authority on Greek architecture, Depfield.)For centuries, the stage was empty and the auditorium empty.The sun had already set, but the Acropolis behind it was still emitting heat.He looked out over the bare plains sloping towards the sea, Salamis, Aegina The largest of the Rhonic Islands. The heyday of Aegina was in the 19th century BC. On the eastern hilltop there is a well-preserved temple built in the 5th century BC to the god Apaia - The gods of the ancient Aegina), the mountains, all merged with the lavender dusk.His gods lived here - first of all Athena Polyas , Athena Polyas, the goddess of the city, appeared in Athens. Hesiod wrote in the "Theogony" that she had no mother and jumped out of the forehead of Zeus. Parthenon Temple The goddess Athena inside is made of gold and ivory.).If he wanted to, he could imagine Athena's temple intact, her statues gleaming in the last rays of the setting sun.Despite being motherless and a virgin, she knew all about men.Over the years, Clive has been longing to come here and thank her for pulling him out of the mud.

But he saw only the fading light and the dead earth.He did not pray and had no belief in any gods.He knows the past is as meaningless as the present, and offers refuge for cowards.

He finally wrote to Maurice.His letter was to cross the sea, pass where the land meets the sea, and be loaded on a ship, round Cape Sumium and Kythira. , landed, was loaded on a ship, and landed again.Maurice would get the letter when he was at work. "I can't help becoming normal. There's nothing I can do about it," he finally wrote.

He walked feebly down the theater.Whoever it is, what can be done?Not only sexually, but in every way, people walk blindly.They emerged from the mire and gradually evolved into human beings, and when the chain of accidents ended, they melted into the mire again. 2000 years ago, right here, the actors exclaimed, "It would be better not to have been born at all." , which is a far cry from vanity.

Dear Clive:

Once you get this letter, please come back.I checked the traffic conditions.If you start right away, you can reach England on Tuesday.Because of your letter, I am very worried for you.Because it confirms how sick you are.this letter to me