On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
The story of Doctor Reefy and his courtship of the tall dark girl who became his wife and left her money to him is a very curious story. It is delicious, like the twisted little apples that grow in the orchards of Winesburg. In the fall one walks in the orchards and the ground is hard with frost underfoot. The apples have been taken from the trees by the pickers. They have been put in barrels and shipped to the cities where they will be eaten in apartments that are filled with books, magazines, furniture, and people. On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all of its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples. ("Paper Pills")
Life is a harsh, twisted paradox. On one hand, you wish for no pain or suffering or misery on anyone. Yet you hope to see your children grow into individuals of compassionate and kind character. And it seems that pain, suffering, and misery adequately humble an individual, cultivating empathy and understanding for others in similar plights. While a life of ease and comfort and pleasure often fosters extravagant and selfish habits, spurring pride and blinded vision. Still, you pray for no pain or suffering on your children. Life is a harsh, twisted paradox.
Richelle E. Goodrich
COS WHAT'S GOING AROUND YOU TALKING ME DOWN BUT I FOUND OUT THAT SO IT WAS YOU SO IT WAS YOU YOU PICKED UP THE KNIFE AND THEN YOU CUT ME IN TWO YOU STABBED ME IN THE BACK AND THEN YOU TWISTED IT IN OH OH OH YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD AGAIN SO IT WAS YOU YOU PICKED UP THE KNIFE AND THEN YOU CUT ME IN TWO YOU STABBED ME IN THE BACK AND THEN YOU TWISTED IT IN OH OH YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD AGAIN