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“- Eu sabia que tinhas lido o Simpósio durante as férias -, [Clive] disse em voz baixa. Maurice sentiu-se apreensivo. - Compreendes então...sem que eu precise de dizer mais. - O que é que queres dizer? Durham não podia esperar. Estavam rodeados de pessoas mas, com um olhar que se tornou de um azul intenso, segredou: - Amo-te. -------------------------------------------------- p.67, MAURICE, E.M. FORSTER “I knew you read the Symposium in the vac," he said in a low voice. Maurice felt uneasy. "Then you understand - without me saying more - " "How do you mean?" Durham could not wait. People were all around them, but with eyes that had gone intensely blue he whispered, "I love you.”

“Durante o segundo ano sofreu uma mudança. Tinha-se mudado para dentro do colégio e este começou a assimilá-lo. Talvez passasse os dias como dantes, mas quando os portões se fechavam sobre ele à noite iniciava-se um novo processo. Mesmo quando ainda era caloiro fez a importante descoberta de que os homens crescidos comportam-se educadamente uns com os outros, se não houver qualquer motivo em contrário. (...) As atitudes dos professores eram mais extraordinárias ainda. Maurice estava mesmo só a precisar de um ambiente assim para acalmar. Não lhe agradava ser bruto e grosseiro. Era contra a sua natureza. Mas isso tinha sido necessário no colégio ou ele não teria aguentado, e julgara que comportamentos assim seriam ainda mais necessários no maior campo de batalha que era a Universidade. ----------------------------------------------------- p.32, MAURICE, E.M. FORSTER”

“In her eyes Henry was always moving, and causing others to move, until the ends of the earth met. But in time he must get too tired to move, and settle down. What next? The inevitable word. The release of the soul to its appropriate Heaven. Would they meet in it? Margaret believed in immortality for herself. An eternal future had always seemed natural to her. And Henry believed in it for himself. Yet, would they meet again? Are there not rather endless levels beyond the grave, as the theory that he had censured teaches? And his level, whether higher or lower, could it possibly be the same as hers?”

“The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, “That is your friend,” and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught him tenderness. He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because “this is my friend.”