I have never been able to feel at all compelled by those who whinge about having heart for Clive and who call those who dislike him illiterate in terms of media reception 🙂 I think that it is quite the contrary, and that a lot of the points which we see made by these prior sorts are the kind of sympathies a toddler could point out All the whilst stuttering out how they of course do not see Clive as a victim Well. Okay Yes🤍Yes he is a victim of his society🤍🤍🤍Jolly good🤍But he is also such a brilliant critique of academic, Hellenic intellectualisation Of trying to make desire something clever We have established the angst and misery of this Why he is pushed to such extents which he is blind to the ridiculousness of because he is trying so hard to grasp at what survival he can with the weight The terror of being a homosexual in this time The weight he has in his class But when listening to someone who genuinely is not fond of Clive speak of his idiocy it. is still with sympathy Not many people don’t have sympathy for Clive I think if any His story is going to always be a thing which leaves anyone feeling. Yeah But the other tragedy which I love to hear is how Clive is . An idiot Very much via his own means. He is awful And his intelligence has circled him back to the most primitive stupidity He has thought his way into a sort of mental regression into plainness Enlightening Maurice in such a sharp satisfying way and then isolating him in the most brutal and uglily human manner Cruel in. Both. I think . 🤔Old rant paste to have more on his self sabotage x I like when Clive asks Maurice where he had learnt to speak in such a way and Maurice responds that if anyone had taught him, it was Clive I like how Clive's past intellect not only couldn't save him, but has now come back to be his ultimate humiliation Even if it is one whose sole choice is to confront this now-fruitless and vapid man who can give little in turn, who can barely deduce and understand this resulting discomfiture To understand this, to understand Maurice, is to understand love in the way his own sexuality implores And Clive simply doesn't anymore, he can't, he is beyond even ignoring it because he has reached a point where he just cannot understand. Eromenos surpasses his once erastes, and becomes a thing with a basis of sincerity and realism, of flesh and blood Edit, By calling Clive vapid now, I don't imply that his sharpness had faired him any better, of course. It was this very flashy distraction of utilised intellect he'd used to rationalise his true self being a homosexual that had only made the crushing realisation that this was a weak thing to accept yourself by all the worse, heightening the psychosomatic breakdown which we do see into something so horrid, so shattering We know that his character has borne similar breakdowns before, or if it at least on a single other occasion which held as great a gravity, that being in an instance which required dire action, having very much affected one of the planned courses of his life (which tied in with society’s ideal, these two things which navigate later on his sacrificing of himself for a neat stupidity): education So for this to happen again, even more so from his own inadvertent worsening of the inevitable break, it seems something so horrible now, so inevitable, to experience this much and then subsequently give the self over to society, to Mother, to marriage, to idiocy, et cetera, a given in itself As I say, inevitable, inevitable, inevitable, all coming via his own responses, his own crafted and rotted frameworks His justification for his attraction belongs to a death which he chooses to face, the death of the ancient world, the death he joins to become an acceptable living thing His faith in Plato had always been a precedented suicide of Sorts x

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#Maurice #Maurice1987 #EMForster I have never been able to feel at all compelled by those who whinge about having heart for Clive and who call those who dislike him illiterate in terms of media reception 🙂 I think that it is quite the contrary, and that a lot of the points which we see made by these prior sorts are the kind of sympathies a toddler could point out All the whilst stuttering out how they of course do not see Clive as a victim Well. Okay Yes🤍Yes he is a victim of his society🤍🤍🤍Jolly good🤍But he is also such a brilliant critique of academic, Hellenic intellectualisation Of trying to make desire something clever We have established the angst and misery of this Why he is pushed to such extents which he is blind to the ridiculousness of because he is trying so hard to grasp at what survival he can with the weight The terror of being a homosexual in this time The weight he has in his class But when listening to someone who genuinely is not fond of Clive speak of his idiocy it. is still with sympathy Not many people don’t have sympathy for Clive I think if any His story is going to always be a thing which leaves anyone feeling. Yeah But the other tragedy which I love to hear is how Clive is . An idiot Very much via his own means. He is awful And his intelligence has circled him back to the most primitive stupidity He has thought his way into a sort of mental regression into plainness Enlightening Maurice in such a sharp satisfying way and then isolating him in the most brutal and uglily human manner Cruel in. Both. I think . 🤔Old rant paste to have more on his self sabotage x I like when Clive asks Maurice where he had learnt to speak in such a way and Maurice responds that if anyone had taught him, it was Clive I like how Clive's past intellect not only couldn't save him, but has now come back to be his ultimate humiliation Even if it is one whose sole choice is to confront this now-fruitless and vapid man who can give little in turn, who can barely deduce and understand this resulting discomfiture To understand this, to understand Maurice, is to understand love in the way his own sexuality implores And Clive simply doesn't anymore, he can't, he is beyond even ignoring it because he has reached a point where he just cannot understand. Eromenos surpasses his once erastes, and becomes a thing with a basis of sincerity and realism, of flesh and blood Edit, By calling Clive vapid now, I don't imply that his sharpness had faired him any better, of course. It was this very flashy distraction of utilised intellect he'd used to rationalise his true self being a homosexual that had only made the crushing realisation that this was a weak thing to accept yourself by all the worse, heightening the psychosomatic breakdown which we do see into something so horrid, so shattering We know that his character has borne similar breakdowns before, or if it at least on a single other occasion which held as great a gravity, that being in an instance which required dire action, having very much affected one of the planned courses of his life (which tied in with society’s ideal, these two things which navigate later on his sacrificing of himself for a neat stupidity): education So for this to happen again, even more so from his own inadvertent worsening of the inevitable break, it seems something so horrible now, so inevitable, to experience this much and then subsequently give the self over to society, to Mother, to marriage, to idiocy, et cetera, a given in itself As I say, inevitable, inevitable, inevitable, all coming via his own responses, his own crafted and rotted frameworks His justification for his attraction belongs to a death which he chooses to face, the death of the ancient world, the death he joins to become an acceptable living thing His faith in Plato had always been a precedented suicide of Sorts x

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