Here he began pacing rapidly up and down the walk, waiting to see her come out. Studies in Short Fiction.
He works part-time as an usher in Carnegie Hall, where concerts are held. There came upon him one of those fateful attacks of clear-headedness that never occurred except when he was physically exhausted and his nerves hung loose. He awoke at two o'clock in the afternoon, very thirsty and dizzy, and rang for ice-water, coffee, and the Pittsburg papers.
He felt something strike his chest, and that his body was being thrown swiftly through the air, on and on, immeasurably far and fast, while his limbs were gently relaxed. At the bank he had made out a new deposit slip.
For more than a year Paul had spent every available moment loitering about Charley Edwards's dressing-room. It was a highly respectable street, where all the houses were exactly alike, and where business men of moderate means begot and reared large families of children, all of whom went to Sabbath-school and learned the shorter catechism, and were interested in arithmetic; all of whom were as exactly alike as their homes, and of a piece with the monotony in which they lived.
Privately, the drawing master remembers seeing Paul asleep one day in class and being shocked at his aged appearance. The moment the cracked orchestra beat out the overture from "Martha", or jerked at the serenade from "Rigoletto," all stupid and ugly things slid from him, and his senses were deliciously, yet delicately fired.
The narrator notes that although the boys begin the evening in a happy mood, they end it in a bad one. It was the old depression exaggerated; all the world had become Cordelia Street. Yet somehow, he was not afraid of anything, was absolutely calm; perhaps because he had looked into the dark corner at last and knew.
The rest was a mere matter of opportunity. Instead, Paul escapes his monotonous life by visiting Charley Edwards, a young actor. His lips were continually twitching, and he had a habit of raising his eyebrows that was contemptuous and irritating to the last degree.
After a concert was over Paul was always irritable and wretched until he got to sleep, and to-night he was even more than usually restless.
He asked Paul whether he could not go to some boy who lived nearer, and told him that he ought not to leave his school work until Sunday; but he gave him the dime. Paul had started back with a shudder, and thrust his hands violently behind him.
Paul had always feared his father. The term enables Cather to adopt "the voice of medical authority. He had no sooner entered the dining-room and caught the measure of the music than his remembrance was lightened by his old elastic power of claiming the moment, mounting with it, and finding it all-sufficient.
The boy is not strong, for one thing. It had been wonderfully simple; when they had shut him out of the theatre and concert hall, when they had taken away his bone, the whole thing was virtually determined. His father was in New York; "stopping at some joint or other," he told himself.
He would tell his father that he had no car fare, and it was raining so hard he had gone home with one of the boys and stayed all night. As he listens, he feels full of life. Dressed in new finery, Paul wines and dines and goes to concerts, drives around in carriages, and loses himself in pleasure.
View Image of Page 83 Paul was awakened next morning by a painful throbbing in his head and feet. Here he began pacing rapidly up and down the walk, waiting to see her come out. Overview[ edit ] Around the turn of the century, Pittsburgh was an industrial center with a successful class of business leaders.
The end had to come sometime; his father in his night-clothes at the top of the stairs, explanations that did not explain, hastily improvised fictions that were forever tripping him up, his upstairs room and its horrible yellow wall-paper, the creaking bureau with the greasy plush collar box and over his painted wooden bed the pictures of George Washington and John Calvin, and the framed motto, "Feed my Lambs," which had been worked in red worsted by his mother.
When he reached a little hillside, where the tracks ran through a cut some twenty feet below him, he stopped and sat down. His teachers were in despair, and his drawing-master voiced the feeling of them all when he declared there was something about the boy which none of them understood.
This latter adornment the faculty somehow felt was not properly significant of the contrite spirit befitting a boy under the ban of suspension.
Even under the glow of his wine he was never boisterous, though he found the stuff like a magician's wand for wonder-building. When the whistle awoke him, he clutched quickly at his breast pocket, glancing about him with an uncertain smile.
Lights shone from the scattered houses, and a gang of laborers who stood beside the track waved their lanterns. The carnations in his coat were drooping with the cold, he noticed, their red glory all over.
He doubted the reality of his past. The insult was so involuntary and definitely personal as to be unforgettable. Free summary and analysis of the events in Willa Cather's Paul's Case: A Study in Temperament that won't make you snore. We promise. Paul’s Case Willa Cather.
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