MAURICE

by E.M. Forster

England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.”

Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.

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?”