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At the age of thirty-one, having published four novels in six years, E. M. Forster in 1910 had achieved remarkable public success. The epigraph on the title page of Howards End, which appeared that year, has echoed ever since: |
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Ironically, however, in his own life Forster was painfully aware that he had not connected; he was an outsider to the passion he championed in his fiction and had come to an impasse both personally and professionally. He found himself blocked, unable to act upon his deepest feelings or to write straightforwardly about them. |
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