He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. 'Winesburg, Ohio' is a series of linked short stories about the residents of. The idea of a new classic book appealed to me so I picked up Anderson's most famous work, 'Winesburg, Ohio'. My ignorance of classic American Literature is boundless, so I'd never heard of Sherwood Anderson. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. Sherwood Anderson was one of the authors he was reading. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. Suddenly something happens he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. The boy is walking through the street of his town. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. “There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life.
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