Mauritius

Key's feeling calls for a very original name.For a time he was in a state of sentimentality, which he called "worship."Yet the habit of being a frank man is increasingly gaining the upper hand.What an annoying weasel I was once!Poor little Dickie!He'd seen the boy break free from his embrace, slam through a window, break an arm, or yell like crazy until someone came to help.He saw the police—

"Lust." He said the word aloud.

When lust does not exist, it is insignificant.There was silence in the office, and now that he had found a name for this feeling, Maurice believed he could restrain it.His spirit has always been practical, so he did not waste time indulging in theological despair, but worked hard and moved forward bravely.He is forewarned, so he is prepared, and if he stays away from the teenagers, he can ensure success.Yeah, don't approach young people.What had been ambiguous for six months became clear.For example, that student in the community—Maurice wrinkled his nose like someone who didn't need further evidence.As a gentleman, he should be strongly attracted to people of lower class than himself. This feeling is enough to make him feel condemned by his conscience.

He didn't know what was waiting for him ahead.He can only step into the realm of impotence or death, and it is Clive who delays this process, and he is under Clive's influence from beginning to end.They reached a consensus that the love between the two parties includes the flesh, but does not satisfy the flesh.This understanding comes from Clive, not in words.Maurice almost said it, too, the first time he spent the night at Penge, and that time he didn't allow Maurice to kiss him.Another time was Maurice's last afternoon there, when they lay among the thick ferns.The rules were drawn up to bring them a golden age, and to meet their needs throughout life.Yet for Maurice, despite the satisfaction, there was a sense of being hypnotized.It was Clive's feelings that were expressed, not his.He was alone now, out of control and as ugly as he had once been at school.Clive was no longer able to heal him.Even if Clive exerted influence on him, it was in vain.Because a relationship like theirs, once broken, is bound to change both parties forever.

But Maurice failed to grasp all this.The years spent in the ethereal and illusory realm like gods made him lose his judgment, and the greatest happiness he could imagine was reliving old dreams.As he sat in his office working, he could not see the great curve his own life had drawn.As for the undead of his father sitting opposite, he turned a blind eye.His father, Mr. Hall, had neither wrestled nor thought.He never had such an opportunity.He is the backbone of the society, moving from illegal love to legal love, but there is no crisis.Now he looked at his son across the table, a little envious—in the underworld, which was the only pain left.Because he saw his son's body educating the spirit, but his spirit had never been educated by the flesh.Son, the flesh grows a dull heart and a dull mind.

At this moment, Maurice was called to answer the phone.He raised the receiver to his ear, and after six months of silence, he heard the voice of his only friend.

"Well," began the friend, "Maurice, you must have heard from me."

"Well. But you didn't write to me, so I didn't either."

"indeed so."

"Where are you now?"

"In a restaurant. We'd like to invite you here, can you come?"

"I'm afraid I can't. I was invited to lunch and I just declined."

"Aren't you too busy to even have time to talk for a while?"

"Oh, that's not enough."

Maurice's tone obviously reassured Clive, and he continued: "My little bride is with me, and she will say a few words later."

"Oh, fine. Tell me about your plan."

"The wedding is next month."

"Wish you guys good luck."

Neither of them could think of what to say.

"Now it's up to Anne."

"I'm Anne' Woods." Came a girl's voice.

"My name is Hall."

"what?"

"Maurice Christopher Hall."

"My name is Anne. Clare. Wilbriham Woods. But I can't think of any more words."

"I can't think of it either."

"I've been talking to Clive's friends all morning, and you're the eighth."

"The eighth?"

"I can not hear."

"I say, the eighth."

"Ah, that's right. I'll let Clive pick it up now. Goodbye."

Clive went on: "By the way, can you come to Pengjie next week? It's a bit of an invitation, but it's going to be a mess after that."

"I'm afraid I can't be invited. Mr. Hill is getting married too, so I'll be busy here."

"What, your old partner?"

"Yeah. Ada married Chapman after that."

"I've heard. How about August? Not in September, there will be a by-election for sure, you come in August. There's going to be a big cricket match between Peng Jie and the villagers, come and cheer us on Bar."

"Thanks, I may be able to come. You'd better write to me when the day is near."

"Oh, of course. By the way, Anne has a hundred pounds on hand. Can you invest for her?"

"It's absolutely fine, what does she want?"

"It's best for you to choose. She was told that more than [-]% is not acceptable, and the risk is too great."

Morris reported the names of several securities companies.

"I like the last one," came Anne's voice, "I didn't catch its name."

"You'll see it on the contract. Where's your address, please?"

She told him.

"Okay, send a check when you hear from us. Maybe I'd better hang up and go get the purchase right away."

He did so, and they would go on like this.No matter how nice Clive and his wife were to him, he always felt they were on the other side of the phone line.After lunch, he went shopping for gifts to congratulate them on their wedding.His instinct was to make a generous gift, but with his name only eighth on the groom's list of friends, it seemed inappropriate.As he paid the three guineas, he caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the mirror behind the counter.What a solid young burgher he looked--serene, respectable, successful, without vulgarity.Britain depends on such men.Who can believe that he almost went to assault a teenager last Sunday?

Spring is getting stronger, he decided to see a doctor.An ugly experience in a train had forced him into a decision that was out of character for him.He was restless and brooding.There was only one passenger in the carriage, and his expression aroused suspicion and hope in this person.The man had a fat body and a greasy face.He made an obscene gesture, and Maurice reacted without warning.In a blink of an eye, both of them stood up.The man grinned, and Maurice knocked him down in one fell swoop.He tasted badly, and his nose bleeds onto the cushion.He was terribly frightened now, thinking Maurice would tug on the cord of the bell.He apologized hastily and flusteredly, and offered to give the money.Maurice, livid, looked down at him, seeing his future in this disgusting, dishonorable old man.

The thought of going to the doctor disgusted him.However, it is impossible to eliminate carnality by oneself.The sensual desire is naked, just like in his youth, but it is several times stronger than before, and it is fierce in his empty soul.He had naively made up his mind to "stay away from the teenagers". Although he could do this, he couldn't alienate their images, and he sinned in his heart all the time.Any punishment was stronger than this, and he thought the doctor would punish him.As long as he can recover, he is willing to accept any kind of treatment.Even if it doesn't cure it, it takes up and shortens the time he spends in depressing thoughts.

Who should be treated?Young Jowett was the only doctor he knew.The day after that incident happened on a train trip, he asked Jowett in a nonchalant tone, "I said, when you're doing your rounds around here, do you ever run into Oscar Wilde?" Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) was an Irish poet, novelist, and dramatist. In 1895, he was accused of having sex with the young Alfred Douglas and was sentenced to two years of hard labor. He wrote a long Letter "From the Deep," complaining about Douglas' seduction.) What about such unspeakable cases?" But Jowett replied, "No, that's the job of mental institutions, thank God." Morris was frustrated.Perhaps it would have been better to have someone whom I never saw again be treated.He thought of a specialist, but he didn't know if there were any doctors for his condition, much less if they would be able to keep his secrets from him if he confided in them.He could ask others for advice on any other question, but only on this one that tormented him every day, Civilization remained silent.

Morris finally decided to visit Dr. Barry.He knew he was embarrassed.However, although the old man is domineering and teasing, he is absolutely trustworthy.The doctor had grown somewhat fond of him, too, since he had made Dickie respectable.The two of them are by no means friends, but