[In fact, as he warms to the topic he gets a little less casual and a little more... intense? Like a storyteller. Or a preacher. Don't worry about it!]
Well, usually... usually, you know, when a kid is born, someone looks at that child and they say 'this is a boy—he will be a man, someday' or 'this is a girl—she will be a woman, someday.'
An' well—usually they're right. But sometimes they are not. And eventually that child... finds it in themself to say something.
[And you’ve always had courage, Rich. Ever since you were small. You were always brave enough to know what needed to change.]
And so they say: this thing is not who I am. This thing is... not who I shall ever be. I cannot be bound to this shape, this life you have planned for me.
[Then become something else, the Trawler-man says— no, that's not technically where he's going with this. But the lines fit, and they roll off the tongue out of habit, and Faulkner loves nothing if not being an allegory.]
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[In fact, as he warms to the topic he gets a little less casual and a little more... intense? Like a storyteller. Or a preacher. Don't worry about it!]
Well, usually... usually, you know, when a kid is born, someone looks at that child and they say 'this is a boy—he will be a man, someday' or 'this is a girl—she will be a woman, someday.'
An' well—usually they're right. But sometimes they are not. And eventually that child... finds it in themself to say something.
[And you’ve always had courage, Rich. Ever since you were small. You were always brave enough to know what needed to change.]
And so they say: this thing is not who I am. This thing is... not who I shall ever be. I cannot be bound to this shape, this life you have planned for me.
[Then become something else, the Trawler-man says— no, that's not technically where he's going with this. But the lines fit, and they roll off the tongue out of habit, and Faulkner loves nothing if not being an allegory.]
So they become something else.