Mauritius

What a pleasure it would be to reach a consensus.Then Dr. Barry met Maurice again and said, "Maurice, you find the right girl—then you'll be out of trouble." He thought of Gladys Alcott.Of course, he is no longer that blunt college student now.After that, he suffered a lot, did self-analysis, and knew that he was not normal.But is there no hope?What if he met a woman who sympathized with him in other ways?He wishes to have children.He was fertile—Dr. Barry had said so.Could he not marry after all?Because of Ada, the subject was raging in the house.His mother often advised him to find someone for Kitty.Kitty looked for him with a startling detachment.For her, the words "marriage," "love," and "children" had lost all meaning during her widowhood.Miss Tonks gives Kitty a ticket to a concert, revealing possibilities.Kitty said she couldn't go, and asked the people around the table one by one if they wanted it.Maurice said he would go.She reminded him that he had club activities that night.He said, however, that he was not participating.He went, and it happened to be Tchaikovsky's symphony.That's what Clive taught him to like.He enjoyed the piercing, the tearing, the soothing--for him the music meant nothing more than that--and the tender gratitude it induced in him to Miss Tonks.Unfortunately, he ran into Risley after the show.

"Symphony of Immorality," said Risley cheerfully.

"Symphony of Pathos," the layman corrected.

"Symphony of Incest and Immorality." So he told his young friend that Tchaikovsky fell in love with his nephew and dedicated his masterpiece to him. "I'll see how all the gents and ladies in London listen to this music. Oh, the Supreme!"

"How do you know such a queer thing," said Maurice gravely.Oddly enough, when he finds a confidant, he doesn't want to confide in the secret.However, he immediately went to the library and found a biography of Tchaikovsky.To the normal reader, the composer's marriage doesn't make much sense, at best it can be speculated that he and his wife won't get along.Maurice, however, felt a surge of ecstasy.He knew what this misfortune meant, and how Dr. Barry had dragged him to the brink of a tragic end.Reading and reading, he met "Bob".After the breakdown of his marriage, Tchaikovsky was revived spiritually and musically by this remarkable nephew.The book blows the dust away, and he respects it.Because it was the only literature that helped him.But it only helped him to back off.He was still there in the train, with nothing to gain but to believe that doctors were fools.

Now, all roads seem to be blocked.Out of desperation, he resumed the behavior he had abandoned as a boy.He found that this really gave him a kind of depraved peace, that he really calmed down the physical impulse that dominated all his feelings, and he was finally able to concentrate on his work.He's an ordinary guy who can win an ordinary fight.But nature had placed him in a contest with something extraordinary, which only a saint could conquer alone, and he began to lose ground.Shortly before my visit to Peng Jie, new hopes emerged, vague and not good enough.It was hypnotism, Risley told him, and Mr. Cornwallis had resorted to it.A doctor said, "Hey, hey, you're not a eunuch!" So, behold!He was no longer a eunuch.Maurice had found the doctor's address, but he was not convinced that anything would come of it.It was enough that he had dealt with science once.He had always felt that Risley knew too much.When Risley handed him the address, it was friendly, but slightly amused.

Now that Clive Durham was no longer to be harmed by his intimacy with Maurice, he wished to help his friend.Since they parted in the smoking-room Maurice thought it must be bitter.A few months ago, they broke off correspondence.Morris' last letter, written after his grandfather's death in Birmingham, told him he would never kill himself.Clive never expected him to kill himself, and he was glad the drama was over.When they talk on the phone, he hears the voice of a respectable man—a man who, it sounds, is willing to let go of old feuds and turn passion into casual acquaintance.Poor Maurice was no affectation of open-mindedness.His tone was unconfident, even a little annoyed, which Clive just decided was normal and could be improved.

He wanted to do what he could.He couldn't remember the nature of that incident in the past, but he remembered its weight.He also admitted that Maurice had lifted him from the abyss of artistic supremacism to the glory of love.Without Maurice, he would never have grown into a man worthy of Anne.During those fruitless three years, his friends helped him throughout.It would be the height of ingratitude if he refused to help his friend.Clive didn't like to show gratitude, he would rather help out of pure friendship, but he had to use the only means.If everything goes well, if Maurice keeps himself contained, if he doesn't get emotional, if he stays on the other end of the line, if he's sane about Anne, if he's not holding a grudge, not being serious or being rude —then they could be friends again, though in another way, in another way.Morris had admirable qualities—he knew it, and he not only knew, but could feel that those days might be coming back.

Such thoughts rarely came to Clive's mind, and they were not deep in thought. His life centered on Anne.Does Anne get on well with his mother?Will Annie like Peng Jie?She is in Sussex near the ocean .) I grew up.Would she be disappointed by the lack of religious ceremonies here?Her husband is engaged in political activities, can she adapt to this atmosphere?Intoxicated with love, Clive gave her his whole being, pouring at her feet all that his earlier passion had taught him.As for whom the passion had been for, it took him some effort to recall.

The engagement begins with passion, and to Clive Anne is the world—including the Acropolis.He had wanted to confess to her about Maurice, she had confessed to him a little mistake, but out of loyalty to his friend he restrained himself.Afterwards, he was thankful for it.For although Anne shows herself to be a goddess, she is not Athena Porias.There are several issues that he cannot deal with.The combination of the two of them becomes the main problem.After marriage, when he entered her bedroom, she didn't know what he was going to do.Although she was well educated, no one taught her about sex.Clive could not have cared more for her, but he scared her out of her wits.Thinking that she hated him, he left the bedroom.But she didn't. After that, she welcomed him every night, but the two of them didn't say a word.They bond in worlds that have nothing to do with everyday life, a secret that drags down so many other things in their lives.There are so many things that cannot be mentioned.He had never seen her naked, nor had she seen him.They ignore the reproductive and digestive functions of man.Because of this, there will never be room for him to talk about the topic when he was immature.

That is unspeakable.It didn't get between him and her, she got between him and it.After reconsidering, he thought it was a good thing he didn't say anything.While there's nothing dishonorable about it, it's sad and forgettable.Secrecy was to his liking, at least he took it without regret.He never had the desire to speak out.While he values ​​physicality, actual sex seems unimaginative, best veiled by night.Sex between man and man is unforgivable, man and woman is permissible because nature and society sanction it.But it must not be discussed, let alone bragging.Clive's ideal marriage is restrained and graceful, like all his ideals.He found his suitable companion in Anne, who was educated herself and admired the breeding of others.They adore each other tenderly.Good custom accepted them--Meanwhile, across the fence, Maurice was prowling, with untimely words on his lips, evil desires in his heart, and the full air in his arms.

In August, Maurice took a week off and was invited to the estate three days before a cricket match between Penger and the villagers.He arrived in a strange, resentful mood.He had been thinking about the hypnotist Risley had been talking about, and was strongly inclined to see him.This disease is so nasty.For example, when he was driving through the gardens in his carriage, he saw a gamekeeper flirting with two maids, and a wave of jealousy came over him.The two girls were very ugly, but the man didn't think so.Somehow this made it worse.He stared at the three men, feeling cruel