, I didn't know how to express the green and beautiful emotion between them. I was afraid that my words would blaspheme this pure white love. Then, I put this film review on hold for other reasons, and finally picked up the pen today and wrote some words for them.
Because there are two different loves in maurice, I will write about Clive and Morris first.
I used to skip straight to the end, and when I saw the ending, when Clive closed the window, he seemed to see Morris waving to him in college, how wonderful. But everything is just as if the once youthful years are no longer green. Neither Clive nor Maurice could ever return to that afternoon when the sun could be reached with a hand.
"We are like two ships in the dark night, each with a different destination and a different burden. We meet on the sea, and then we pass by sadly. It's a shame that there is nothing we can do about it. ." That's a lyric from Elisabeth, and I'm using it here. Because of Clive and Morris, by the end, you'll see how similar they are to this lyric.
One of them is studying finance, while the other is studying law. Originally, in the vast dark sea, they should not be able to see each other, and they should not be able to find each other. However, they met, fell in love with each other, fanatical and sincere. But love has not broken through the mundane, nor can it break through the mundane. We don't know how long Morris hesitated, hesitated, and faltered before he climbed the window into Clive's room and said, "I love you." After a lot of apprehension, he strengthened his love, and we can't know.
I remember that afternoon, Clive said, "I'll spend the rest of my life half asleep, if you really leave me alone." Now, how funny, how ironic, because being left, Not Clive, but Morris.
Wesley's incident hit Clive like a thunderbolt, and the ruined future will be the result of their love being rejected by the world. At that moment, he flinched. He was afraid, he was afraid that he would be like Wesley, or maybe he was afraid that Morris would be like Wesley, who knows what he was thinking. All he could do was leave.
Clive told Morris that he should find a woman to fall in love with, and find a worthy man. Anyone can hear the meaning. It's not that Clive didn't love Morris, but the social environment at the time couldn't make him love, even if he wanted to marry a woman he loved or didn't love, even a second before going to heaven, what came to his mind was still. A boy on the grass. He still had no way to chase, he could only stand there, say "goodbye" to the beckoning teenager, and then recite "I'm sorry, Maurice" countless times in his heart, and then turned around, not knowing who was behind him. Shocked or in tears. There was nothing he could do.
When Clive called to tell Maurice the good news, everything was so clear and clear, as if they had been good friends before and had never done anything that crossed the line of good friends. Morris also answered the call. Can he read what Clive was thinking on the other end of the phone? Does he know how painful Clive's heart is, but I think Morris does.
Who is half asleep, Clive, or Morris? Who is in the dream and who will be when you wake up?
We can't help but wonder if the whole story would have been different if Clive had been braver at the time. But we can't blame Clive for being cowardly, no one would want to push themselves to the cusp. If your life is ruined, then what is love?
If you don't meet, you won't pass by, and you won't be left with infinite sighs. However, if there is no encounter, there will be no such a love that people miss for a hundred years.
I once told my classmates that the love that cannot exist in reality, we can pin it in the novel. The emotion of the novel is the most beautiful emotion, because it is impossible to have in reality. But what if you can't even have it in fiction? How sad that would be.
Maybe that's like an understatement, but it's not. Meeting, falling in love, leaving - that sums up the story between Clive and Morris. In the end, all that was left was the memories of each other.
Going through the storm and finally reaching the other shore - "Morris's Lover" (Part 2)
re-writes the pen, and my heart is still infinitely melancholy.
The same windowsill, the same vast night, who is he waiting for? No, he's not waiting for anything. At night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He had completely woken up, and he had no dreams and would never have any more dreams.
Like the fog on the hunting grounds will eventually dissipate, he finally sees the road ahead clearly, and God knows how he should go. Fork in the road is always the hardest to choose.
But Clive kissed him goodbye. Is it thorough? He didn't know either.
But when he didn't make a choice, another storm hit him, and he fell into joy. That night, he was happy and had no worries.
I prefer to compare the love between Maurice and Alec to a storm. It's different from Morris and Clive's Platonic relationship, which I sometimes think is too good to be true. The transition of Morris's feelings is from fantasy to human thinking.
Human nature is a reality, and here, I not only refer to people's equal pursuit of people of different genders, but a measure of people.
Morris was once again in a tangle. He didn't know whether the man in front of him could be trusted. This—was the thought that came to Maurice when he saw Alec whispering with others. This—that's what I mean by human nature.
That night, Alec climbed the ladder to Morris's room, intense and crazy. Without worrying about the consequences and without thinking about the future, happiness comes so quickly. However, this makes Morris wonder - is it true or false? Can't Morris see? Maybe just because he hesitated.
I have seen that the love between Maurice and Alec has a class relationship, and it is this class relationship that hinders Maurice and Alec's love. But I don't think so. To say that Maurice suspected that he was playing something wrong because Alec was a servant would be wrong.
Sometimes I wonder if Maurice had actually let go of Clive when he fell in love with Alec. For Clive's love, in the slightest, Morris is one of the outcasts. So, facing the storm of love that hit Morris, he was afraid of being abandoned again. Just like a lonely boat sailing in a storm, the other side of happiness is clearly in front of you, and you can touch it. Who knows, the huge waves that are set off come to the sky, the vast sea, and the rest is only sinking.
Class is just an excuse, maybe the real wound hasn't healed yet. From the perspective of human nature, Morris is not wrong. He didn't have the courage to accept being abandoned again, and he couldn't face Alec, so he didn't even want to find the truth, just blindly guessing on the spot instead of taking a step forward. He chose to flee, thinking that he would not be hurt again. It's just that he didn't know that what the other party paid was also sincere.
When Morris realized this, was it too late? No, because it is a novel, and time will always wait for you.
It's not hard to see Morris' ecstasy when he can't see Alec when the boat is delivered. Finally, in the boathouse, they did not miss each other's feelings, no matter how much the society sneers, but we no longer need to explore, because they finally got each other. It's a period, not an ellipsis. All we have to do is to silently bless the lovers and bless them to embrace each other until they grow old.
View more about Maurice reviews
