Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Things won't fit (Forster)

Given this was published over 100 years ago, it seems remarkably current: the analysis of what is wrong in George's soul, his father's secular bewilderment as to why he can't live peaceably with it, and the (innocently and well-meant) solution put forward by Lucy which completely bypasses the nature of the problem....


"...By understanding George you may learn to understand yourself. It will be good for both of you."

To this extraordinary speech Lucy found no answer.
"I only know what it is that's wrong with him; not why it is."
"And what is it?" asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.
"The old trouble; things won't fit."
"What things?"
"The things of the universe. It is quite true. They don't."
"Oh, Mr. Emerson, whatever do you mean?"
In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:
  "'From far, from eve and morning,
   And yon twelve-winded sky,
   The stuff of life to knit me
   Blew hither: here am I'
George and I both know this, but why does it distress him? We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world sorrow."
Miss Honeychurch assented.
"Then make my boy think like us. Make him realize that by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes."
Suddenly she laughed; surely one ought to laugh. A young man melancholy because the universe wouldn't fit, because life was a tangle or a wind, or a Yes, or something!
"I'm very sorry," she cried. "You'll think me unfeeling, but—but—" Then she became matronly.
"Oh, but your son wants employment. Has he no particular hobby? Why, I myself have worries, but I can generally forget them at the piano; and collecting stamps did no end of good for my brother. Perhaps Italy bores him; you ought to try the Alps or the Lakes."
The old man's face saddened, and he touched her gently with his hand.

A Room with a View, p47f

Turmoil

The way we pastors deal with the turmoil around us depends on how we deal with the turmoil within us.

Lee Eclov
Leadership

How we ought to feel - and the pernicious charm of Italy (Forster)

Lucy has been trying to enjoy Italy the way she feels she ought to, as per guide books and education.  Then Forster writes:

Then the pernicious charm of Italy worked on her, and instead of acquiring information, she began to be happy.

A Room with a View, p41