Sublime

He would not—and this was the test—pretend to care about women when the only sex that attracted him was his own. He loved men and always had loved them. He longed to embrace them and mingle his being with theirs. Now that the man who returned his love had been lost, he admitted this.

Love had caught him out of triviality and Maurice out of bewilderment in order that two imperfect souls might touch perfection.