Father came upstairs to mother and me with an egg in his hand.I do not know what he intended to do.I imagine he had some idea of destroying it,of destroying all eggs,and that he intended to let mother and me see him begin.When,however,he got into the presence of mother,something happened to him.He laid the egg gently on the table and dropped on his knees by the bed as I have already explained.He later decided to close the restaurant for the night and to come upstairs and get into bed.When he did so,he blew out the light and after much muttered conversation both he and mother went to sleep.I suppose I went to sleep also,but my sleep was troubled.I awoke at dawn and for a long time looked at the egg that lay on the table.I wondered why eggs had to be and why from the egg came the hen who again laid the egg.The question got into my blood.It has stayed there,I imagine,because I am the son of my father.At any rate,the problem remains unsolved in my mind.And that,I conclude,is but another evidence of the complete and final triumph of the egg—at least as far as my family is concerned.
Questions
1.What has the story to say about the American dream of upward mobility and success?
2.What does the egg symbolize?In what way does it obtain a"complete and final triumph"?
Paul's Case A Study in Temperament——Willa Cather
It was Paul's afternoon to appear before the faculty of the Pittsburgh High School to account for his various misdemeanors.He had been suspended a week ago,and his father had called at the Principal's office and confessed his perplexity about his son.Paul entered the faculty room suave and smiling.His clothes were a trifle outgrown,and the tan velvet on the collar of his open overcoat was frayed and worn;but for all that there was something of the dandy about him,and he wore an opal pin in his neatly knotted black four-in-hand,and a red carnation in his buttonhole.This latter adornment the faculty somehow felt was not properly significant of the contrite spirit befitting a boy under the ban of suspension.
Paul was tall for his age and very thin,with high,cramped shoulders and a narrow chest.His eyes were remarkable for a certain hysterical brilliancy,and he continually used them in a conscious,theatrical sort of way,peculiarly offensive in a boy.The pupils were abnormally large,as though he were addicted to belladonna,but there was a glassy glitter about them which that drug does not produce.
When questioned by the Principal as to why he was there Paul stated,politely enough,that he wanted to come back to school.This was a lie,but Paul was quite accustomed to lying;found it,indeed,indispensable for overcoming friction.His teachers were asked to state their respective charges against him,which they did with such a rancor and aggrievedness as evinced that this was not a usual case,Disorder and impertinence were among the offenses named,yet each of his instructors felt that it was scarcely possible to put into words the real cause of the trouble,which lay in a sort of hysterically defiant manner of the boy's;in the contempt which they all knew he felt for them,and which he seemingly made not the least effort to conceal.Once,when he had been making a synopsis of a paragraph at the blackboard,his English teacher had stepped to his side and attempted to guide his hand.Paul had started back with a shudder and thrust his hands violently behind him.The astonished woman could scarcely have been more hurt and embarrassed had he struck at her.The insult was so involuntary and definitely personal as to be unforgettable.In one way and another,he had made all his teachers,men and women alike,conscious of the same feeling of physical aversion.In one class he habitually sat with his hand shading his eyes;in another he always looked out of the window during the recitation;in another he made a running commentary on the lecture,with humorous intention.
His teachers felt this afternoon that his whole attitude was symbolized by his shrug and his flippantly red carnation flower,and they fell upon him without mercy,his English teacher leading the pack.He stood through it smiling,his pale lips parted over his white teeth.（His lips were continually twitching,and be had a habit of raising his eyebrows that was contemptuous and irritating to the last degree.）Older boys than Paul had broken down and shed tears under that ordeal,but his set smile did not once desert him,and his only sign of discomfort was the nervous trembling of the fingers that toyed with the buttons of his overcoat,and an occasional jerking of the other hand which held his hat.Paul was always smiling,always glancing about him,seeming to feel that people might be watching him and trying to detect something.This conscious expression,since it was as far as possible from boyish mirthfulness,was usually attributed to insolence or"smartness."
As the inquisition proceeded,one of his instructors repeated an impertinent remark of the boy's,and the Principal asked him whether he thought that a courteous speech to make to a woman.Paul shrugged his shoulders slightly and his eyebrows twitched.
"I don't know,"he replied."I didn't mean to be polite or impolite,either.I guess it's a sort of way I have,of saying things regardlessly."
The Principal asked him whether he didn't think that a way it would be well to get rid of.Paul grinned and said he guessed so.When he was told that he could go,he bowed gracefully and went out.His bow was like a repetition of the scandalous red carnation.
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.He added"I don't really believe that smile of his comes altogether from insolence;there's something sort of haunted about it.The boy is not strong,for one thing.There is something wrong about the fellow."
