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It is an interesting phenomenon. When Morris dropped out of Cambridge to become a stock broker in the town, he saved up He grew a beard, and Clive grew a beard when he was about to retire from being gay.
This shows that when men want to officially enter the mainstream and have to hide something, their attention tends to be focused on the nose and mouth. Today's men have a Philips, and then men have a beard... 囧
By the way, I found my minefield, imagining two thick beards entangled in a kiss, I am really afraid of coming out of the embarrassment!
The difference is that Morris's beard is dark and dark, and Clive is really scared. After all, not everyone can be like Wilde - stupid enough to make a beautiful speech in court: there is a love I dare not declare (then don't say it!). If you say what you dare not say, you will be punished for your crime, and you will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment and reformed through labor.
So the pair broke up. what pity! Two handsome guys! Cambridge! Holy Trinity! Upper class! The heyday of the British Empire! It is in line with all the imaginations of the lay people for the immortal couples! Standing on the top of the mountain where you can see all the glory of the world!
It is hard to imagine that homosexuality should be punished with such a severe criminal law. Put a flower here, I think the difference between the East and the West is that it is also absurd and stupid. Easterners point the way with their eyes and fingers, or the crowd is so excited that they swarm up and stretch out their index finger to say that you are too bad to be saved—more than a paragraph higher.
Morris saw Clive grow a beard. In a fit of rage, he shaved off his beard and began to face himself. It's a life where we don't meet! If homosexuality is superior to heterosexuality, I am afraid it is direct and sharp-the more restraints, the more eager to go straight to the subject.
Another point to explain, since the beginning of the last century, men's clothing is like the national fortune of the British Empire, which is declining, while women's clothing is like the emerging American Empire, which is rising. Oh, how beautiful the men's clothing was at that time, even the black of the dress was so pure and moist, it was comparable to the blond of James Wilby. And women's clothes are so ugly, with layers of folds and laces, hats larger than the head, collars longer than the neck, and long skirts and vests stacked on top of each other. Omg really is an era of forbidden desire. The desire of the times was first reflected on the woman, and the man hid behind the curtain, manipulating his direction with excitement and anxiety. I dress decently and smartly, but call a woman a fool! This is a circumstantial evidence of the insidiousness of men. What makes me happy is that the most fashionable crowd at the beginning of the last century actually wore long johns. This kind of intimate and warm clothing was stupidly resisted at the beginning of this century. It is really time to learn how to dress beautifully and warmly at that time.
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