Bildungsromans; Families -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
Frankly, he gave it up. It was beyond him. If he could have analyzed
Bernie he felt he could have analyzed himself. He decided that she was
simply a small-town girl even as he was a small-town boy, only he was
trying to put all his handicaps, vicissitudes and experiences to a
constructive purpose, so far as he had the light, and Bernie was not and
never had tried. There he had to let the matter rest, never realizing
how near the truth he had stumbled.
Yet in all this hectic analysis business, in all this vicious contact
with parental mediocrity, in all his heart-breaking experience with The
Sex as he had known The Sex thus far, the boy had never once grasped an
explanation as simple and obvious and plain as sunlight—and as common as
mud.
He had lived for twenty-seven years among people of half-developed or
deficient mentality. He had been surfeited with persons “who had no
brains.”
Looking upon the men and women he had known, especially the women, he
had observed that they possessed bodies, limbs, heads, faces. They moved
about, they talked, they ate, they slept. To all outward intents and
purposes, excepting perhaps for a certain vacancy across the eyes, they
were no different than the most profound philosophers who had ever
walked the earth. And because they possessed bodies, limbs, heads,
faces, because they moved about at their daily activities, talked, ate,
slept, he had subconsciously expected them to know all, see all, be all,
and impart to him a birthright heritage of mental and spiritual
nutrition for which his growing soul and spirit hungered. The nearest he
had ever approximated this was when he said of his mother, “She can’t
help it; she’s made that way.” It was not that his mother was “made that
way” so much as it was that she had not been made anything better or
finer or greater. And the same general hypothesis applied pretty well to
all those who had surrounded him. Mediocrity was only mental limitation.
It was not default of intelligence, as he had always assumed. It was
boundary. Beyond a certain point, God seemed to have ordained that
certain mortals should not pass.
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