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The most sustained criticism of Pianola in literature comes in Forster's posthumously published novel Maurice. Here Clive Durham, the boy with whom Maurice falls in love up at Cambridge, is found in chapter six sorting out 'a castle of pianola records' of the march from Tchaikovsky's Pathétique; then, when he goes to play them, a mutual friend tells Maurice, 'You should get away from the machine [Pianola]' - and therefore Clive himself - 'as far as you can'. The Pianola manufactures music in the same way that Clive 'manufactures' heterosexual passion (which consequences less outwardly disastrous for him than for Tchaikovsky). That the way one makes music - or connects to music - signifies one's values in Forster's work is illustrated beautifully when Maurice meets Alec Scudder at Penge: together they move a real piano from under a leak in Clive ancestral home. This instrument, like their relationship, is the genuine article, and worth protecting from the decay of that society. The instrument itself embodies virtue.