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A Death in the Desert by Willa Cather
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A Death in the Desert by Willa Cather
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It's not a difficult read, but I feel that I'm missing something.
The story appears to be very straight forward, but it leads you to a series of questions. At first, I wondered if Adriance was still alive when his brother was in Adriance's old room-the music room. It was also unclear what injustice his brother did to the poor lady. Add to the mix, Everett's own feelings for her, and you have one complicated brew. You can just imagine how torn he was at having to act as a soother of his brother's actions, and of her love for him, while overlooking Everett's confession of love and devotion to her. A very complicated brew here-I will look forward to untangling these things with our other fine readers.![]()
SFG75, the man of many faces.
I didn't think Adriance did anything to her. It seemed to me that Katharine cared for Adriance much in the same way Everett cares for her.
Anyway, the whole story seems sad to me. Everett is constantly reminded that he lives in his brothers shadow, didn't have any success with the ladies because he was shy, and of course his love for Katharine.
I also couldn't but help notice that Everett was helping her remember some bygone time. She was quite nostalgic for the city and its excitement-hence the line about wanting to die in Harlem. She also became enthralled with Everett performing his brother's piece. In seeing this desperation and in knowing inevitable, it's clearly crushing to Everett. Rock hard seriousness.
"It was not the first time that his duty had been to comfort, as best he could, one of the broken things his brother's imperious speed had cast aside and forgotten" and "he felt the breath of that whirlwind of flame in which Adriance passed, consuming all in his path, and himself even more resolutely than he consumed others. Then he looked down at this white, burnt-out brand that lay before him"
''Like him, isn't it?'' she said, quietly. ''I think I can scarcely answer his letter, but when you see him next you can do that for me. I want you to tell him many things for me, yet they can all be summed up in this: I want him to grow wholly into his best and greatest self, even at the cost of what is half his charm to you and me. Do you understand me?''
''I know perfectly well what you mean,'' answered Everett, thoughtfully. ''And yet it's difficult to prescribe for those fellows; so little makes, so little mars.''
Katharine raised herself upon her elbow, and her face flushed with feverish earnestness. ''Ah, but it is the waste of himself that I mean; his lashing himself out on stupid and uncomprehending people until they take him at their own estimate.''
One does not love the dying, dear friend. If some fancy of that sort had been left over from boyhood, this would rid you of it, and that were well. Now go, and you will come again tomorrow, as long as there are tomorrows, will you not?" She took his hand with a smile that lifted the mask from her soul, that was both courage and despair, and full of infinite loyalty and tenderness, as she said softly:
For ever and for ever, farewell, Cassius;
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
The courage in her eyes was like the clear light of a star to him as he went out.
The last meeting between Katharine and Everett is just amazing. Her acceptance of her fate, and her display of grace in the face of it