Bildungsromans; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
From that day Sam’s mind was afire with thoughts of Sue Rainey. In his
room he sat, or going into Grant Park stood by the lake, looking at the
silent, moving water as he had looked in the days when he first came to
the city. He did not dream of having her in his arms or of kissing her
lips; he thought, instead, with a glowing heart, of a life lived with
her. He wanted to walk beside her through the streets, to have her come
suddenly in at his office door, to look into her eyes and to have her
question him, as she had questioned, concerning his beliefs and his
hopes. He thought that in the evening he would like to go to a house of
his own and find her sitting there waiting for him. All the charm of his
aimless, half-dissolute way of life died in him, and he believed that
with her he could begin to live more fully and completely. From the
moment when he had definitely decided that he wanted Sue as a wife, Sam
stopped overdrinking, going to his room or walking through the streets
or in the parks instead of seeking his old companions in the clubs and
drinking places. Sometimes pushing his bed to the window overlooking the
lake, he would undress immediately after dinner and opening the window
would spend half the night watching the lights of boats far away over
the water and thinking of her. He would imagine her in the room, moving
here and there, and coming occasionally to put her hand in his hair and
look down at him as Janet had done, helping by her sane talk and quiet
ways to get his life straightened out for good living.
And when he had fallen asleep the face of Sue Rainey came to visit his
dreams. One night he thought she had become blind and sat in the room
with sightless eyes saying over and over like one demented, “Truth,
truth, give me back the truth that I may see,” and he awoke sick with
horror at the thought of the look of suffering that had been in her
face. Never did Sam dream of having her in his arms or of raining kisses
on her lips and neck as he had dreamed of other women who in the past
had won his favour.
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