Mauritius

During the period, he was ignorant, and the sexual impulse was quietly sneaking into his body in a trance state.It is useless to break out of this trance, no matter how scientifically and well-intentioned it is described.After the boy is awakened, he will fall into a coma again. Before that time comes, it is impossible to lure him in.

Regardless of Mr. Dushi's scientific knowledge, there is a hidden heart.In truth, he was too tender to think that Maurice had the sense of a cultured man, but he did not realize that the child either knew nothing about it or would be bewildered. "It's all troublesome," he said, "but it has to be understood, not mystical. Great things—love, life—will follow." He was eloquent.He'd had conversations like this with kids before, and knew what questions they'd ask.Morris didn't ask any questions, but just said, "I understand, I understand, I understand." At first, Mr. Douche was afraid that he might not understand, so he asked some questions, and his answer was satisfactory.The boy has a good memory.The human mind is so marvelous that he even goes so far as to develop paradoxical insights, responding to the induced light of adulthood with a gleam of superficiality.In the end he did ask a question or two about sex, which was very to the point, to Mr. Douchy's satisfaction. "That's it," he said. "This time you'll never be puzzled or annoyed."

However, there is also the question of love and life.He spoke of this as they walked along the gray sea.He speaks of the ideal figure made pure by asceticism, and he portrays the radiance of women.He is currently engaged, and the more he talks, the more humane he becomes. Through the deep glasses, his eyes are piercing.His cheeks flushed.Loving a noble woman, protecting and serving her—he told this childish boy that this was the meaning of life. "You can't understand this right now, but one day you will. When you understand it, remember the old teacher who enlightened you. Everything is perfectly arranged—God is in heaven, and the world is peaceful .Men and women! How wonderful!"

"I don't think I'm ever going to get married," said Maurice.

"Ten years later—I invite you and your wife to dinner with me and my wife. Will you come?"

"Oh, teacher!" He smiled.

"So, it's a deal!" Anyway, use this joke to end today's conversation.It's just right.Maurice was flattered and began to think deeply about marriage.However, 'l1 after they had strolled for a while, Mr. Doush stopped, as if all his teeth were aching, and cupped his cheeks in his hands.He turned away and looked at the long stretch of sand from which he had come.

"I forgot to erase those damn schematics," he said slowly.

There were a few people on the other side of the bay, walking towards them along the shore.There was a woman among them, and their route happened to pass through a diagram of the genitals drawn by Mr. Doush.He broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and ran back.

"Master, is it all right?" Morris shouted. "Now the tide has drowned them long ago."

"My God...thank God...the tide is coming."

Suddenly, the boy suddenly despised him. "Liar!" he thought. "The liar, coward, what he said is nonsense."... Then, darkness enveloped the young man.A long but not eternal darkness falls, awaiting its own painful dawn.

Maurice's mother lived in a cozy old house surrounded by pine forests on the outskirts of London.He and his sisters were all born here, and his father commuted to work from here every day and returned after get off work.They had almost moved when the church was built, but they got used to it as they did everything else, and even found it good.The church was the only place Mrs. Hall had to go, because every store delivered to her door.The station is not far away, and so is the decent school my daughters attend.This is a place where everything is convenient, nothing is worth fighting for, and success is hard to tell from failure.

Maurice loved his home, and regarded his mother as its patron saint.Without her, there would be no soft chairs, good food, and light games.He is indebted to her and loves her for what she has to offer.He liked his sisters, too, who ran out cheering when he came home, and helped him off with his overcoat, which he left on the hall floor for the servants to pick up.It is very pleasant to be praised by everyone like this and boast about the school.His Guatemala stamps, the book of The Sacred Fields, and a Holbein photograph Mr. Dusch gave him. Called Holbein the Great (about 1465-1524) and Holbein the Little (1497/1498-1543). This refers to a photo taken based on a portrait.), both of which were praised.After tea the sky cleared and Mrs Hall put on her galoshes and walked with him in the garden.The mother and son kissed each other from time to time as they walked, chatting with each other.

"Murray..."

"Mommy..."

"Now I have to make my Maury live a happy life."

"Where's George?"

"Mr. Abraham has a very good report card. He says you remind him of your poor father. . . . Well, how shall we spend the holiday?"

"I like being at home best."

"What a good boy..." She hugged him more affectionately.

"Everyone thinks there's no better place than home. Yeah, there's tomatoes—" she likes to name vegetables, "tomatoes, radishes, broccoli, onions—"

"Tomatoes, cauliflower, onions, brown-skinned potatoes, light-skinned potatoes," the little boy said lazily.

"Turnip leaves—"

"Mom, where's George?"

"He quit his job last week."

"Why did George quit?" he asked.

"He's getting too old. Howell's always changing a lad every two years."

"Oh."

"Turnip greens," she went on, "potatoes, beetroots--Maury, if Grandpa and Aunt Ida invite us--would you like to come? I want you to have a very happy holiday. Darling-- —Your grades are so good. But Mr. Abraham is a very nice man. You know, your father also studied in his school. In order to make you grow up exactly like your father, we sent you to your father too Sunnington College, his alma mater."

A sob interrupted her.

"Moray, be good—"

The little boy burst into tears.

"My dear, what's the matter with you?"

"I do not know I do not know……"

"Oh, Maurice..."

He shook his head.She failed to cheer him up and started crying too.The girls ran out, screaming, "Mum, what's the matter with Maurice?"

"Oh, don't..." he cried, "Kitty, go away—"

"He's so tired," said Mrs. Hall--that's how she explained everything.

"I'm so tired."

"Go to your room, Maury—oh, my dear, it's dreadful."

"No—I'm fine." He gritted his teeth.And so the mass of sorrow that had risen to the surface of his consciousness and made him suddenly feel overwhelmed began to sink.He was aware of it descending into the depths of his own soul, until finally he was no longer aware of it. "It doesn't matter to me." He looked around viciously and squeezed away his tears. "I want to play Greek checkers." There are 1880 pieces per person, or three people can play.)

Before the pieces were set, he was able to talk as usual.The childish nervous breakdown was gone.

He defeated Ada who adored him, and Kitty who did not adore him.Then he went back to the courtyard to visit the coachman. "Hello, Howell. Is Aunt Howell there? Hello, Aunt Howell." Instead of talking to people of high social status, he spoke to them in a condescending tone.Then, the subject changed, "Is that the new little gardener?"

"Yes, Master Maurice."

"Is George too old?"

"No, Master Maurice. He has found a better job."

"Oh, you mean he resigned himself."

"you do not say."

"Mom said, you thought he was too old, so you fired him."

"That is not the case, Master Maurice."

"Now my poor firewood will be happy," said Aunt Howell.Maurice and the old gardener had always used the firewood pile as a playground. "That's my mother's woodpile, not yours," said Maurice, and turned into the house.Although the Howells pretended to be upset with each other, they were not unhappy.They have been servants all their lives and love pretentious masters.

"The young master is quite handsome," they said to the cook, "and he is becoming more and more like a master."

The Barrys, who were invited to dinner, felt the same way.Dr. Barry was an old friend, or neighbor, of the family, and had a certain interest in them.No one cared deeply about the Hall family.He liked Kitty—she had such a grit—and yet the girls had