Julius Caesar once said “It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.” Pain is an extreme emotion that we all experience on a quite frequent basis. It is so extreme in fact, anyone who truly endured the deepest of pains would likely agree that even death, a void that contains absolutely no emotion, would be more preferable. Pain weighs down on our souls, blurs the sight of our world, and stops the production that could occur in the absence of it. But, this does not translate to the inverse idea that intense joy increases action in a direct proportion to the amount that pain inhibits. The amount of success that is prohibited by pain far surpasses the amount accompanied by joy because despair is a far more potent of an emotion than happiness.
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He constantly wishes that he were dead, and often feels “crumby”. These pains, all of which he feels on his way home from escaping Pency, his “phony” prep school, guide him through New York city and although he experiences quite the most adventurous of endeavors, his pain holds him back from doing all he could. Multiple times throughout the novel, he attempts fruitlessly to call up his old friend Jane, who of which he seems to share a bit of a one sided love connection with. When walking back from the bar to his hotel, he stops a moment to sit in a chair in the lobby, and begins to think about her. “All of a sudden, on my way out to the lobby, I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain again. I got her on, and I couldn’t get her off.” (76). This time in the lobby was one of many times he had thought about calling Jane, but his burdening feeling prevented him from doing so. He remembered her as the girl who was broken and scarred, much like a counterpart of his own self, and he desired to live among that
He constantly wishes that he were dead, and often feels “crumby”. These pains, all of which he feels on his way home from escaping Pency, his “phony” prep school, guide him through New York city and although he experiences quite the most adventurous of endeavors, his pain holds him back from doing all he could. Multiple times throughout the novel, he attempts fruitlessly to call up his old friend Jane, who of which he seems to share a bit of a one sided love connection with. When walking back from the bar to his hotel, he stops a moment to sit in a chair in the lobby, and begins to think about her. “All of a sudden, on my way out to the lobby, I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain again. I got her on, and I couldn’t get her off.” (76). This time in the lobby was one of many times he had thought about calling Jane, but his burdening feeling prevented him from doing so. He remembered her as the girl who was broken and scarred, much like a counterpart of his own self, and he desired to live among that