A review by castawaycove
Maurice by E.M. Forster

5.0

you care for me a little bit, i do think, but i can’t hang my life on a little bit. you don’t. you hang yours on anne. you don’t worry whether your relation with her is platonic or not. i can’t hang mine on to the five minutes you spare me from her and politics. you’ll do anything for me except see me. that’s been it for this whole year of hell. you’ll make me free of the house, and take endless bother to marry me off, because that puts me off your hands. you do care a little for me, i know, but nothing to speak of, and you don’t love me. i was yours once till death if you’d cared to keep me, but i’m someone else’s now - i can’t hang about whining for ever - and he’s mine in a way that shocks you, but why don’t you stop being shocked and attend to your own happiness?