Морис

Он верил, что верует, и испытывал настоящую боль, когда подвергалось критике что-то привычное, — ту боль, что меж представителей среднего класса рядится под Веру. Но, бездеятельная, то была не Вера. Она не давала ему поддержки, не расширяла кругозор. Она даже не давала о себе знать, пока ее не ставили под вопрос, и тогда она ныла, словно ненужный нерв. У каждого в его семье был такой нерв, его рассматривали как нечто божественное, хотя и библия, и молитвенник, и таинства, и христианская мораль были для них мертвы. «Как они могут?» — восклицали в тех случаях, когда кто-то посягал на святыню, и записывались в Общества Защиты Веры.

Once inside college, his discoveries multiplied. People turned out to be alive. Hitherto he had supposed that they were what he pretended to be — flat pieces of cardboard stamped with a conventional design — but as he strolled about the courts at night and saw through the windows some men singing and others arguing and others at their books, there came by no process of reason a conviction that they were human beings with feelings akin to his own. He had never lived frankly since Mr Abrahams's school, and despite Dr Barry did not mean to begin; but he saw that while deceiving others he had been deceived, and mistaken them for the empty creatures he wanted them to think he was. No, they too had insides. "But, O Lord, not such an inside as mine." As soon as he thought about other people as real, Maurice became modest and conscious of sin: in all creation there could be no one as vile as himself: no wonder he pretended to be a piece of cardboard; if known as he was, he would be hounded out of the world.