Maurice by E.M Forster is proving to be a an exceptional read.
I don’t usually read classics because I find the plot hard to follow and language quite difficult to understand (and at times too bloody indirect- I mean, if you want to ask someone to come over for tea, why don’t you just say so, instead of commenting on the pretty flowers and birds chirping in the air whilst referring to Greek philosophers?), but decided to give Maurice a chance after reading a brief autobiography on Forster and the plot synopsis. Probably the fact that I read Howard’s End a few years ago and enjoyed it helped as it gave me a rough idea of the author’s style and what to expect.
Maurice brings up so many issues related to identity, desire and ultimately, love. The following quote is altogether too familiar and has hit several notes with me.
When love flies, it is remembered not as love, but as something else.
I guess it was never meant to be easy. Maybe that’s why the rule of the universe is a mystery.
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When love flies, it is remembered not as love, but as something else... but back in the head you know you'd loved even though you don't remember why and the appearance of your beloved.
thanks so much for the comment. i agree- there's this saying that goes along the lines of how people will always come and go in our lives and touch our souls and we're never never the same because of that, and i think it reflects what you said very well.
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