Anne seems ideal for Clive. She is a good hostess and seems to be a good choice for him as wife and helpmeet.
I think Maurice is really clutching at straws here with the hypnotist thing. Risley, who gave him the name of Lasker jones, is mature enough to know that it won't help, but has to let Maurice try for himself. Maurice seems to be so utterly desperate at this point to try and make his feelings go away. It must be eating him up inside although we don't fully get told this by the narrator. We can guess at it though from the last chapters discussed, and the whole path of his life over the last ten years which has brought him to the point he is at now.
I think it's interesting that the resolution of Maurice's problems is going to occur ten years after their real beginning. He was 14 when he lost George, the garden boy, the only other person who could conceivably be the elusive 'friend'.
Now he visits Clive and has his 24th birthday whilst forever seeing and being in the presence of the second person who could be a friend.
These last few chapters for me have almost been a 'bundle of voices' in themselves. Clive, Anne, seeing Alec with the girls, Archie London, Rev Borenius, etc. it's as if everything is coming to a head, and for all the years he has tried to quieten the voices in his head, now they are at the forefront of his mind. Something is happening that he can no longer ignore. he can no longer shut away his own feelings and thoughts and they have gone beyond being an annoyance - which I think is why he is desperate to see a hypnotist.
Also, there must be a lot of conflicting thoughts inside his head. He is homosexual, he has needs and wants because of his sexuality, he's trying to shut them up, he's in close proximity to Clive who, at the beginning of his holiday he still wanted something from but by the time of the mutual kissing of hands he is completely over. The subject of women comes up. he's met Alec who has had an effect on him.
I should say he's going a bit crazy with everything inside his head.
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Date: 2009-08-09 05:59 pm (UTC)I think Maurice is really clutching at straws here with the hypnotist thing. Risley, who gave him the name of Lasker jones, is mature enough to know that it won't help, but has to let Maurice try for himself. Maurice seems to be so utterly desperate at this point to try and make his feelings go away. It must be eating him up inside although we don't fully get told this by the narrator. We can guess at it though from the last chapters discussed, and the whole path of his life over the last ten years which has brought him to the point he is at now.
I think it's interesting that the resolution of Maurice's problems is going to occur ten years after their real beginning. He was 14 when he lost George, the garden boy, the only other person who could conceivably be the elusive 'friend'.
Now he visits Clive and has his 24th birthday whilst forever seeing and being in the presence of the second person who could be a friend.
These last few chapters for me have almost been a 'bundle of voices' in themselves. Clive, Anne, seeing Alec with the girls, Archie London, Rev Borenius, etc. it's as if everything is coming to a head, and for all the years he has tried to quieten the voices in his head, now they are at the forefront of his mind. Something is happening that he can no longer ignore. he can no longer shut away his own feelings and thoughts and they have gone beyond being an annoyance - which I think is why he is desperate to see a hypnotist.
Also, there must be a lot of conflicting thoughts inside his head. He is homosexual, he has needs and wants because of his sexuality, he's trying to shut them up, he's in close proximity to Clive who, at the beginning of his holiday he still wanted something from but by the time of the mutual kissing of hands he is completely over. The subject of women comes up. he's met Alec who has had an effect on him.
I should say he's going a bit crazy with everything inside his head.