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E. M. Forster


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    b0229367989har citeretfor 4 år siden
    “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 Кувшиновhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    Maurice had another attack. His hand shook and he spilt the coffee on the arm of the chair. “You’re a bit unfair,”
    Диана Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    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 Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    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 Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    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 Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    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 Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    voice said, "It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper"
    Диана Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    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 Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    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 Шпунтенковаhar citeretsidste år
    was a fantastic decision, useless, undignified, risky, and he had not the least intention of going when he left home.
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