Ah, read your post again and have to say no, I don't think you've got
much more than the most surfacy surface parts of it. Again, it's a scene
of communion, "the jew" is Christ (the owner of the "house" i.e. the
temple that the body is and the "house" that would have stained glass
windows), and there is no sneering to speak of. To say you don't want
to know the significance of the names is just an abbreviated way to say
you don't want to know the poem, and little stands in your way to that
end. Why not just leave it alone?
Diana Manister wrote:
> Dear Ken,
> Interesting text -- thanks. I'm trying to
> like Gerontion's narrator, but find it difficult.
> He's such a prig. He doesn't show much Christian charity towards others.
> And yes, reading the poem again I see
> that he's not taking ownership of his situation. Like Fitzgerald, he
> waits for a blessing from above.
> What do you like about this narrator?
> Seriously. Don't you find him preachy
> and superior-sounding, ready to tell
> everyone how it is, while sneering at
> the Jew, Fresca and Fraulein von Kulp (culpable), among others? He's
> not engaging at all. I don't want to know the significance of all the
> names as I'm certain they demeaning.
> The nuns taught us that confession is
> worthless unless one tries to stop sinning, but this narrator goes along
> displaying his disgust with most of humanity in an un-Christlike manner,
> showing no contrition for it. How can he expect a blessing?
> Sent from my iPod
> On Feb 26, 2010, at 11:07 AM, Ken Armstrong <[log in to unmask]>
>> DIana Manister wrote:
>>> Dear Peter,
>>> The poem's speaker seems to acknowledge his inadequacies as his own,
>>> that is he is stuck because of his personal failure.
>> Not really. The poem's commands to the reader to "Think" include this
>> 44Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
>> 45Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
>> 46Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
>> 47 <http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/777.html#50>These
>> tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
>> The poem is the scene of communion and does specifically touch on
>> what Peter notes. Neither fear nor courage saves us.