I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England’s.

I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows.

So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn’t his middle name (that would be ‘Morgan’), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title...