Maurice said yes. He wore a grey morning coat. He watched Clive kiss his bride. And that night, he went home to his rooms in London and stood before the mirror. He saw a man of twenty-five, handsome, well-off, utterly alone. The doctor had told him it was a phase. His mother told him to find a nice girl. The law told him he was an aberration. But Maurice, looking at his own reflection, only felt a vast, dry pity.
Alec was not a philosopher. He had read no Plato. He knew only that the earth was real, that hunger was real, and that when he saw Maurice Hall walking alone in the woods, something in his chest turned over like a plow blade. maurice by em forster
The confession came in the Fitzroy gardens, under a chestnut tree losing its leaves. Clive, pale and trembling with the courage of the over-civilized, spoke of his love. Maurice stood frozen, not from shock, but from a terrible, joyful recognition. He had been given a name for the monster in the cellar. The name was not a monster at all. It was simply Clive . Maurice said yes
: Unlike the "soulful" protagonists typical of the era, Maurice is a conventional, somewhat snobbish stockbroker who must grapple with a secret that alienates him from Edwardian society. And that night, he went home to his