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E. M. Forster

    Alferro Lucasцитуєторік
    lies are the natural food of boyhood
    Alferro Lucasцитуєторік
    He would wake and gasp "I've no one!"
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    But not out of the mouth of the boy of sixteen. Maurice forgot he had ever been sexless, and only realized in maturity how just and clear the

    sensations of his earliest days must have been.
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    Maurice was only waiting for such an atmosphere himself to soften. He did not enjoy being cruel and rude. It was against his nature. But it was necessary at school, or he might have gone under, and he had supposed it would have been even more necessary on the larger battlefield of the University.
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    "That means nothing to me. So you like this style of music."

    "I do."

    "A good waltz is more my style."

    "Mine too," said Durham, meeting his eye. As a rule Maurice shifted, but he held firm on this occasion.
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    On reaching their own college they went straight to Fetherstonhaugh's room, for there was time to try a little music over before eleven o'clock. Durham sat down at the pianola. Maurice knelt beside him.

    "Didn't know you were in the aesthetic push, Hall," said the host.

    "I'm not—I want to hear what they're up to."
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    They walked arm in arm or arm around shoulder now. When they sat it was nearly always in the same position—Maurice in a chair, and Durham at his feet, leaning against him. In the world of their friends this attracted no notice. Maurice would stroke Durham's hair.
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    Some instinct, deep below his consciousness, had advised him to let Durham and his thoughts about Durham have a twenty-four-hours' rest.
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    Maurice did some reading, following his friend's advice rather than his tutor's, and he asserted in one or two ways his belief that he was grown up.
    Thomas Everett Vanderboomцитує6 місяців тому
    He stared at the ceiling with wrinkled mouth and eyes, understanding nothing except that man has been created to feel pain and loneliness without help from heaven.
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