understand why itâs not working. In a fit of frustration, he instead draws a boxâÂsomething he can do well. When the prince asks how itâs a picture of a sheep, the narrator replies that itâs a picture of a sheep in a box. He is arrogantly proud of his solution and satisfied with his efforts. This response is typical of all puers . Such people will suddenly tell you they have another plan, and they always do it the moment things start getting difficult. But itâs their everlasting switching thatâs the dangerous thing, not what they choose.
Sheilaâs heart beats up in her chest . . .
SHEILA
Why is their everlasting switching dangerous?
ANN
Because people who live their lives this way can look forward to a single destiny, shared with others of this typeâÂthough such people do not believe they represent a type , but feel themselves distinguished from the common run of man, who they see as held down by the banal anchors of the world. But while others actually build a life in which things gain in meaning and significance, this is not true of the puer. Such a person inevitably looks back on life as it nears its end with a feeling of emptiness and sadness, aware of what they have built: nothing. In their quest for a life without failure, suffering, or doubt, that is what they achieve: a life empty of all those things that make a human life meaningful. And yet they started off believing themselves too special for this world!
. . . Sheila listens on, in agony, fear, and dread . . .
Butâand Âhere is the hopeâÂthere is a solution for people of this type, and itâs perhaps not the solution that could have been predicted. The answer for them is to build on what they have begun and not abandon their plans as soon as things start getting difficult. They must work âÂwithout escaping into fantasies about being the person who worked. And I donât mean work for its own sake, but they must choose work that begins and ends in a passion, a question that is gnawing at their guts, which is not to be avoided but must be realized and lived through the hard work and suffering that inevitably comes with the proÂcess.
. . . Sheilaâs insides begin to tremble . . .
They must reinforce and build on what is in their life already rather than always starting anew, hoping to find a situation without danger. Puers donât need to check themselves into analysis. If they can just remember thisâ It is their everlasting switching that is the dangerous thing, not what they chooseâ they might discover themselves saved. The problem is the puer ever anticipates loss, disappointment, and sufferingâ Âwhich they foresee at the end of every experience, so they cut themselves off at the beginning, retreating almost at once in order to protect themselves. In this way, they never give themselves to lifeâÂliving in constant dread of the end. Reason, in this case, has taken too much from life.
. . . a weak personality . . . who only wishes to avoid suffering!
They must give themselves completely to the experience! One thinks sometimes how much more alive such people would be if they suffered! If they Âcanât be happy, let them at least be unhappyâÂreally, really unhappy for once, and then they might become truly human.
I fell back, exhausted.
If I can do this, then perhaps my life, when I look back on it, will at least be not as empty as the heart of any Casanova.
⢠chapter 7 â¢
PRAYER OF THE PUER
T hereâs so much beauty in this world that itâs hard to begin. There are no words with which to express my gratitude at having been given this one chance to liveâÂif not Live . Let other people frequent the nightclubs in their tight-Âass skirts and Live . Iâm just sitting Âhere, vibrating in my apartment, at having been given this one chance to live.
I am writing a play. I am writing a play that is going to
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