The Fantasy and Mystery Stories of F Scott Fitzgerald by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Author:F. Scott Fitzgerald [Peter Haining]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780719816864
Publisher: Robert Hale
Published: 2014-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

XI

In 1920 Roscoe Button’s first child was born. During the attendant festivities, however, no one thought it ‘the thing’ to mention that the little grubby boy, apparently about ten years of age who played around the house with lead soldiers and a miniature circus, was the new baby’s own grandfather.

No one disliked the little boy whose fresh, cheerful face was crossed with just a hint of sadness, but to Roscoe Button his presence was a source of torment. In the idiom of his generation Roscoe did not consider the matter ‘efficient.’ It seemed to him that his father, in refusing to look sixty, had not behaved like a ‘red-blooded he-man’ – this was Roscoe’s favorite expression – but in a curious and perverse manner. Indeed, to think about the matter for as much as a half an hour drove him to the edge of insanity. Roscoe believed that ‘live wires’ should keep young, but carrying it out on such a scale was – was – was inefficient. And there Roscoe rested.

Five years later Roscoe’s little boy had grown old enough to play childish games with little Benjamin under the supervision of the same nurse. Roscoe took them both to kindergarten on the same day and Benjamin found that playing with little strips of colored paper, making mats and chains and curious and beautiful designs, was the most fascinating game in the world. Once he was bad and had to stand in the corner – then he cried – but for the most part there were gay hours in the cheerful room, with the sunlight coming in the windows and Miss Bailey’s kind hand resting for a moment now and then in his tousled hair.

Roscoe’s son moved up into the first grade after a year, but Benjamin stayed on in the kindergarten. He was very happy. Sometimes when other tots talked about what they would do when they grew up a shadow would cross his little face as if in a dim, childish way he realized that those were things in which he was never to share.

The days flowed on in monotonous content. He went back a third year to the kindergarten, but he was too little now to understand what the bright shining strips of paper were for. He cried because the other boys were bigger than he and he was afraid of them. The teacher talked to him, but though he tried to understand he could not understand at all.

He was taken from the kindergarten. His nurse, Nana, in her starched gingham dress, became the centre of his tiny world. On bright days they walked in the park; Nana would point at a great gray monster and say ‘elephant,’ and Benjamin would say if after her, and when he was being undressed for bed that night he would say it over and over aloud to her: ‘Elyphant, elyphant, elyphant.’ Sometimes Nana let him jump on the bed, which was fun, because if you sat down exactly right it would

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