He was lonely and had begun to think that loneliness was a part of his character, something that would always stay with him. Anderson, in his time, was using this broken window as a metaphor for the fragmented sense of self in the modern world and the hypocrisy of religion in the context of the detached sense of man from community. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood. You see, Ive got to strike out. With the traveling men when she walked about with them, and later with Tom Willard, it was quite different.
He is not a dull clod, all words and smartness. His fingers were always playing in my hair, said another. The words of his comrade irritated him unbearably. What you say clears things up. The men are chattering, boisterous and making crude jokes.
He had been ill for a year after the experience in Pennsylvania, and after his recovery worked as a day laborer in the fields, going timidly about and striving to conceal his hands. Some one of the grotesques had made a deep impression on his mind and he wanted to describe it. Aw, speak to her yourself, he burst forth and then, going quickly through the door, slammed it sharply in his friends face. One evening, Seth went to visit George Willard, who was the older of the two boys. The idea that George Willard would some day become a writer had given him a place of distinction in Winesburg, and to Seth Richmond he talked continually of the matter, Its the easiest of all lives to live, he declared, becoming excited and boastful.
In her bed, during the long hours alone, the little fears that had visited her had become giants. Sitting in a chair beside his mother he began to talk. Shut up, you, he roared, glaring about. When I stole a lunch basket out of a farmers wagon I couldnt help thinking of his children going all day without food. The Teacher, concerning Kate Swift 17. Left with but a small income, Virginia Richmond had settled down to a retired life in the village and to the raising of her son.
Seth would hear wagons of berry pickers drive by and wish that he too could giggle mindlessly. There was a fellow, eh? The words of his comrade irritated him unbearably. I wonder what put that notion into my head. . He regretted that he also could not laugh boisterously, shout meaningless jokes and make of himself a figure in the endless stream of moving, giggling activity that went up and down the road.
Heavy clouds had drifted across the face of the moon, and before them in the deep twilight went a man with a short ladder upon his shoulder. Alone in his musty office in the Heffner Block above the Paris Dry Goods Companys store, he worked ceaselessly, building up something that he himself destroyed. My brother was a railroad painter and had a job on the Big Four. He made everyone on the farm work as they had never worked before and yet there was no joy in the work. They sat by a window that looked over the roof of a small frame building into Main Street.
Clarence Richmond, a quiet passionate man extraordinarily admired by his neighbors, had been killed in a street fight with the editor of a newspaper in Toledo, Ohio. He knew that when Turk got into Main Street he would become the center of a whirlwind of cries and comments, that in truth the old man was going far out of his way in order to pass through Main Street and exhibit his skill in wheeling the boards. He, like most boys, was deeper than boys are given credit for being, but he was not what the men of the town, and even his mother, thought him to be. Seths two companions sang and waved their hands to idlers about the stations of the towns through which the train passed. The Bentley family had been in Northern Ohio for several generations before Jesses time.
On a summer evening Seth Richmond went to the New Willard House to visit his friend, George Willard. See what she says to that. He was one of those men in whom the force that creates life is diffused, not centralized. The idea had got into his mind that he would some time die unexpectedly and always when he got into bed he thought of that. In the end he wrote a book which he called The Book of the Grotesque. Jesses mind went back to the men of Old Testament days who had also owned lands and herds. There she stood behind the screen door in the little shedlike kitchen at the back of the house.