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E. M. Forster

Maurice

  • b0229367989цитирует6 лет назад
    “but nothing to speak of, and you don’t love me. I was yours once till death if you’d cared to keep me, but I’m someone else’s now—I can’t hang about whining for ever—and he’s mine in a way that shocks you, but why don’t you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness?”
  • Дмитрий Кувшиновцитирует6 лет назад
    Maurice had another attack. His hand shook and he spilt the coffee on the arm of the chair. “You’re a bit unfair,”
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    until Clive ends it by turning to women and sending Maurice back to prison. Henceforward Clive deteriorates, and so perhaps does my treatment of him. He has annoyed me. I may nag at him over much, stress his aridity and political pretensions and the thinning of his hair, nothing he or his wife or his mother does is ever right.
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise! I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now—I can't hang about whining for ever—and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness?
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    May I ask whether you intend—"

    "No, you may not ask," interrupted the other. "You belong to the past. I'll tell you everything up to this moment—not a word beyond."
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    voice said, "It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper"
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    He had been on the run ever since early morning, ravaged by every sort of emotion, and he was ready to drop. In a little while he would decide what next should be done, but now his head was splitting, every bit of him ached or was useless and he must rest.
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    Alec was not a hero or god, but a man embedded in society like himself, for whom sea and woodland and the freshening breeze and the sun were preparing no apotheosis.
  • Диана Шпунтенковацитирует3 года назад
    was a fantastic decision, useless, undignified, risky, and he had not the least intention of going when he left home.
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