The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

Standing each by his monster, they looked at each other, and smiled

He was not sure, but liked it. It recurred when they met suddenly or had been silent. It beckoned to him across intellect, saying, “This is all very well, you’re clever, we know—but come!” It...

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

Too late… everything’s always too late.

Conse­quently the Wolfenden recommendations will be indefinitely rejected, police prosecutions will continue and Clive on the bench will continue to sentence Alec in the dock. Maurice may get off.

Accursed! Accursed! You shall be accursed to the thirteenth generation!