American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
This is not a story of sentiment, so that reunion will not be
described. This story is a question, with a large interrogation point.
The question is: What is the human soul? Is it an entity, or a possible
merging of entities? Is it a collection of memory clusters, any of
which may assume an individuality, or is it a series of mental planes
or concentric spheres? Jack is Jack and Jim is Jim, and there is a
separate ego to each. But what part of Jim's soul left him to obsess
Jack during the fracas forward when Jack was awake, and why did it not
come again before Jack was struck down, and when he was but normally
disturbed over the ship's peril. And how much or how little of Jack
went into Jim under my suggestion to the latter to be like him, which
waited until Jack was unconscious before acting, and which left him
when Jack awoke to claim it?
We are sailing south with a crew and a first mate that think Jim a
fugitive from justice, protected by the skipper, and with a second mate
who thinks me the devil and Jim my familiar. There is a white-haired,
happy woman growing young in her aroused mother-love; and there is a
former very promising hobo developing surprising qualities of mind and
seamanship under mine and Jack's tutelage. But from none of these can
I get any light. I am only a village practitioner, and I submit the
question to others: What is the human soul?
THE BROTHERS
It is popularly believed that twins grow up in mutual love and
loyalty--and, when properly reared, this is not only probable,
but almost imperative--but these two grew up in mutual hatred and
antagonism; even though in face, form, brain, mind, and soul they
were as alike as the proverbial peas in a pod. They received the same
limited education in the same schools and classes, and up to the period
of this story were never apart; not because either so chose, but
because of the common influences of their environment, which decreed
the same paths and channels of thought and initiative.
They were orphans, and had their home with an illiterate stepfather,
whose early mistake of punishing one child for the fault of the other
raised the first barrier between them. The guilty boy was amused at the
mistake; but the victim, smarting with pain and a sense of injustice,
could not appreciate the humor of the situation, and waited for a
reversal of conditions, which, not happening immediately, he brought
about by a deliberate offense and an accusation of the other.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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