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It was into this confusion that the Reverend Curtis Hartman protruded himself。 When he came in George Willard thought the town had gone mad。 Shaking a bleeding fist in the air； the minister pro… claimed the woman George had only a moment be… fore held in his arms an instrument of God bearing a message of truth。
George blew out the lamp by the window and locking the door of the printshop went home。 Through the hotel office； past Hop Higgins lost in his dream of the raising of ferrets； he went and up into his own room。 The fire in the stove had gone out and he undressed in the cold。 When he got into bed the sheets were like blankets of dry snow。
George Willard rolled about in the bed on which had lain in the afternoon hugging the pillow and thinking thoughts of Kate Swift。 The words of the minister； who he thought had gone suddenly in… sane； rang in his ears。 His eyes stared about the room。 The resentment； natural to the baffled male； passed and he tried to understand what had hap… pened。 He could not make it out。 Over and over he turned the matter in his mind。 Hours passed and he began to think it must be time for another day to come。 At four o'clock he pulled the covers up about his neck and tried to sleep。 When he became drowsy and closed his eyes； he raised a hand and with it groped about in the darkness。 〃I have missed some… thing。 I have missed something Kate Swift was try… ing to tell me；〃 he muttered sleepily。 Then he slept and in all Winesburg he was the last soul on that winter night to go to sleep。
LONELINESS
HE WAS THE son of Mrs。 Al Robinson who once owned a farm on a side road leading off Trunion Pike； east of Winesburg and two miles beyond the town limits。 The farmhouse was painted brown and the blinds to all of the windows facing the road were kept closed。 In the road before the house a flock of chickens； accompanied by two guinea hens； lay in the deep dust。 Enoch lived in the house with his mother in those days and when he was a young boy went to school at the Winesburg High School。 Old citizens remembered him as a quiet； smiling youth inclined to silence。 He walked in the middle of the road when he came into town and sometimes read a book。 Drivers of teams had to shout and swear to make him realize where he was so that he would turn out of the beaten track and let them pass。
When he was twenty…one years old Enoch went to New York City and was a city man for fifteen years。 He studied French and went to an art school； hoping to develop a faculty he had for drawing。 In his own mind he planned to go to Paris and to finish his art education among the masters there； but that never turned out。
Nothing ever turned out for Enoch Robinson。 He could draw well enough and he had many odd deli… cate thoughts hidden away in his brain that might have expressed themselves through the brush of a painter； but he was always a child and that was a handicap to his worldly development。 He never grew up and of course he couldn't understand peo… ple and he couldn't make people understand him。 The child in him kept bumping against things； against actualities like money and sex and opinions。 Once he was hit by a street car and thrown against an iron post。 That made him lame。 It was one of the many things that kept things from turning out for Enoch Robinson
In New York City； when he first went there to live and before he became confused and disconcerted by the facts of life； Enoch went about a good deal with young men。 He got into a group of other young artists； both men and women； and in the evenings they sometimes came to visit him in his room。 Once he got drunk and was taken to a police station where a police magistrate frightened him horribly； and once he tried to have an affair with a woman of the town met on the sidewalk before his lodging house。 The woman and Enoch walked together three blocks and then the young man grew afraid and ran away。 The woman had been drinking and the incident amused her。 She leaned against the wall of a building and laughed so heartily that another man stopped and laughed with her。 The two went away together； still laughing； and Enoch crept off to his room trembling and vexed。
The room in which young Robinson lived in New York faced Washington Square and was long and narrow like a hallway。 It is important to get that fixed in your mind。 The story of Enoch is in fact the story of a room almost more than it is the story of a man。
And so into the room in the evening came young Enoch's friends。 There was nothing particularly striking about them except that they were artists of the kind that talk。 Everyone knows of the talking artists。 Throughout all of the known history of the world they have gathered in rooms and talked。 They talk of art and are passionately； almost feverishly； in earnest about it。 They think it matters much more than it does。
And so these people gathered and smoked ciga… rettes and talked and Enoch Robinson； the boy from the farm near Winesburg； was there。 He stayed in a corner and for the most part said nothing。 How his big blue childlike eyes stared about！ On the walls were pictures he had made； crude things； half fin… ished。 His friends talked of these。 Leaning back in their chairs； they talked and talked with their heads rocking from side to side。 Words were said about line and values and composition； lots of words； such as are always being said。
Enoch wanted to talk too but he didn't know how。 He was too excited to talk coherently。 When he tried he sputtered and stammered and his voice sounded strange and squeaky to him。 That made him stop talking。 He knew what he wanted to say； but he knew also that he could never by any possibility say it。 When a picture he had painted was under discussion； he wanted to burst out with something like this： 〃You don't get the point；〃 he wanted to explain； 〃the picture you see doesn't consist of the things you see and say words about。 There is some… thing else； something you don't see at all； something you aren't intended to see。 Look at this one over here； by the door here； where the light from the window falls on it。 The dark spot by the road that you might not notice at all is； you see； the beginning of everything。 There is a clump of elders there such as used to grow beside the road before our house back in Winesburg； Ohio； and in among the elders there is something hidden。 It is a woman； that's what it is。 She has been thrown from a horse and the horse has run away out of sight。 Do you not see how the old man who drives a cart looks anxiously about？ That is Thad Grayback who has a farm up the road。 He is taking corn to Winesburg to be ground into meal at Comstock's mill。 He knows there is something in the elders； something hidden away； and yet he doesn't quite know。
〃It's a woman you see； that's what it is！ It's a woman and； oh； she is lovely！ She is hurt and is suffering but she makes no sound。 Don't you see how it is？ She lies quite still； white and still； and the beauty comes out from her and spreads over everything。 It is in the sky back there and all around everywhere。 I didn't try to paint the woman； of course。 She is too beautiful to be pai