Mauritius

Come, become humble, and begin to realize your sinfulness.In the universe, there is no one worse than him.No wonder he was pretending to be a piece of cardboard.If his true colors are revealed, he will be expelled from this world.God's presence was too great to cause him to worry.Suffice it to say, he could hardly conceive of a more dire punishment than a reprimand from Joy Featherston Howe in the suite downstairs, or a punishment like that of Coventry. Sir Coventry (?-1670) insinuated that King Charles II was only interested in the stage for actresses, but he was ambushed on the road and had his nose torn off by several guard officers. The following year, Parliament passed Coventry The vertical bill: Anyone who causes physical disability due to fighting should be punished with a felony.

Not long after this discovery he was invited to lunch with Mr. Cornwallis, the superintendent.

There were two other guests.One was Chapman, and the other was a Trinity Master named Risley, a relative of the Proctor.Risley was dark-haired, tall and affected.When introduced, he makes pompous gestures and talks (he speaks with gusto) coquettishly and with superlatives.Chapman glanced at Maurice, dilated his nostrils, and invited him to join him in teaching the stranger a lesson.Maurice thought he'd have to wait a while, the reluctance to hurt anyone was growing stronger, and he wasn't sure if he hated Risley.There was no doubt that he should loathe Risley, and it would be like that in a while.So Chapman challenged Risley alone.He discovered that Risley loved music, and began to belittle it.Saying "I hate that kind of classy people", etc.

"I like!"

"Oh, you like it! If so, please forgive me."

"Come on, Chapman, you ought to have something to eat," cried Mr. Cornwallis, convinced that the luncheon would be some fun.

"I reckon Mr. Risley isn't hungry, and my rough remarks have put him off."

When they sat down, Risley turned to Maurice with a snicker and said, "I just don't know how to answer." With each sentence, he added emphasis to a word. "It's a disgrace. Say 'no', you can't; say 'yes', you can't, what should I do?"

"Is it better not to talk?" said the supervisor.

"Don't talk? It's terrible. You must be crazy."

"Excuse me, are you always talking?" Chapman asked.

Risley said, "Yes."

"Never get bored?"

"Never."

"Didn't you annoy others?"

"Never."

"Unbelievable."

"Aren't you implying that I annoy you? It's not true, it's not true, you're just beaming."

"If I'm beaming it's not because of you," said Chapman, grumpy.

Morris and the superintendent laughed.

"I was left speechless again. I was amazed at how difficult it was to talk."

"You seem to be a better talker than most of us," Maurice remarked.He hadn't spoken until then, and his rough, deep voice made Risley tremble.

"That's my specialty, of course. The only thing I value is talking."

"Is this true?"

"I'm telling the truth." Maurice thought it was true, and Risley struck him as serious.Maurice asked him, "Are you serious?"

"do not ask me."

"Then, talk until you get serious."

"Nonsense!" the supervisor roared like thunder.

Chapman laughed wildly.

"Do you think this is bullshit?" Risley asked Morris.After Morris got the essentials, he believed that actions were more important than words.

"What's the difference? Words are deeds. You mean, five minutes in Mr. Cornwallis's room, and you're not affected? For example, do you forget that you ever met me? "

Chapman snorted.

"He won't forget, and neither will you. But I'll have to listen to you and tell us what to do!"

The Headmaster intervened to free the two Sunnington graduates.He said to his young cousin: "Your conception of memory is wrong. You confuse what is important with what is memorable. No doubt Chapman and Hall will dwell on the memory they met. over you-"

"And forgot about the schnitzel, indeed."

"But the schnitzel is kind of good for them and not at all good for you."

"Obscurantists!"

"It's like something out of a book," Chapman said. "Uh, Hall?"

"I mean," said Risley, "oh, what I mean quite clearly is that the schnitzel has an effect on your subconscious life, and that I, the person, has an effect on your conscious life, so I'm not only more memorable than the schnitzel. , is more important than that. This superintendent of yours here, living in the darkness of the Middle Ages, wishes you to do like him, pretending that only the subconscious, only the part that your knowledge does not touch It's important. He hypnotizes himself every day—"

"Hey, shut up," said the superintendent.

"But I am the Son of Light—"

"Hey, shut up." So he turned the conversation in a normal direction.Although Risley always talked about himself, he was not egotistical.He didn't interrupt the conversation of others, let alone pretend to be indifferent.He frolics like a dolphin, accompanying them wherever they go, never getting in the way of their progress.He is playing games, but he is playing games seriously.It was important for them to walk straight ahead, but he preferred to walk back and forth, he liked to be close to them all the time.If it was a few months ago, Maurice would have agreed with Chapman, but now he is sure that this person has something, and he wonders whether he should get to know him better.It pleased him that Risley waited for him at the foot of the stairs after lunch.

Risley said, "My cousin isn't a man, you don't see."

"He's a nice guy for us," Chapman raged. "He's very pleasant."

"It's absolutely true. All eunuchs are like this." After finishing speaking, he walked away.

"Ah, beast—" growled Chapman, but the Englishman's self-restraint made him swallow the following words.He was shocked.He told Morris that he didn't mind a bit of profanity in moderation, but that Risley had gone too far.It's vile and ungentlemanly, and the kid isn't going to be a public school kid.Maurice agreed with him.You can call your cousin an "asshole" if you want, but not an "eunuch."Despicable to the extreme!Still, he was amused.Since then, whenever he was called to the superintendent's office to appeal, some ridiculous and inconsistent ideas about the superintendent would come to his mind.

That day and the next day, Maurice had been thinking how he could see the strange man again.There are so few opportunities.He didn't want to visit senior students, and they were in different colleges.He concluded that Risley was well known in the Students' Union, and went to the Tuesday The debate, expect to hear Risley speak.Maybe it's easier to understand him in public.Maurice wasn't attracted to Risley out of a desire to befriend him, but he felt that Risley could help him—how he couldn't think of it.All was hazy, for he was still in the shadow of the mountains.Risley must have been jumping and frolicking on the top of the hill, and might be able to help him.

When he failed to get what he wanted in the Student Union, he developed a rebellious mentality.He doesn't need anyone's help, he's just fine.Besides, none of his friends could put up with Risley, and he had to be true to his friends.But the rebellion soon faded, and he was more eager to see Risley than he had been.Since Risley was so eccentric, why didn't he, in the eccentric act of breaking all the conventions of undergraduates, visit him? "Should be a man", it's a man's job to visit.Impressed by this discovery, Maurice decided to be a bohemian too, and made witty speeches in Risley's accent as soon as he entered Risley's room.A line came to his mind: "You were expecting something bigger." It didn't sound very exciting, and Risley was smart not to make him feel like a fool.Unless you have a sudden inspiration and can think of more witty words, resign yourself to fate.

It becomes an adventure.The man said that people should "talk, talk," making Maurice inexplicably agitated.One night, just before ten o'clock, he slipped into Trinity College and waited in the great courtyard until the gate closed behind him.He looked up at the night sky.Usually he was indifferent to beauty, but now he thought "The sky is full of stars!" The chimes had struck, and all the doors in the Cambridge campus were shut, and how clear the splash of the fountains was heard.Trinity students were all around--extremely intelligent and very well-bred.Morris's mates, though they laughed at Trinity, could not ignore the brilliance of self-importance that radiated from Trinity.Nor must we laugh at the superiority of Trinity that disdains recognition.He had come to Trinity College behind his back, humbly asking for its help.in college