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By Jack Joseph Smith

special rooms "They do!" "Yes! And its real long and I get to run up and down it, if I don't make any noise!" "Are you good in school Michael?" "Oh yes," I said, remembering only my dreams of castles and forts, and my knowledge, that I was a better builder than anyone; I was the leader all alone, climbing their castle-walls, and the naked Indian with my long spear with a big rock on the end, finely cut into a sharp point, and it could wind its way through the air for miles and kill anything. Always I would wage war and wreck their forts, unless I saw sadness in their eyes; I looked away from my father and out the window watching the trees go by, and the brick houses becoming smaller, as we traveled toward the city. "Did you go to nursery school Dad?" "No Michael. I had to get up early in the morning and go down to the barn to help your grandfather milk the cows." "Was it cold?" "In the winter it was very cold." "Colder than it is now?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because the wind was stronger." "And colder?" "Yes, than it is here." "How's come?"

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Nursery-school talk breaks into a rough but vivid stretch of private fantasy about forts and warfare before turning to the father's harder childhood of winter farm labor and wind.

The page contrasts imaginative sovereignty with practical inheritance. Michael's inner world of castles and spears is intense and solitary, but it is set against the father's plain memory of cold work, barns, and stronger wind.


Claude

Boasting about the 'special rooms' he gets to run up and down 'if I don't make any noise', the boy claims to be 'good in school' while privately remembering 'only my dreams of castles and forts' - 'the naked Indian with my long spear', leader 'all alone', who would 'wage war and wreck their forts, unless I saw sadness in their eyes'. That last clause is the page's quiet hinge, mercy interrupting solitary conquest. The talk then turns to the father's plainer inheritance: no nursery school but predawn trips 'to the barn to help your grandfather milk the cows', winters made colder 'because the wind was stronger'.