| Quote #1 I had already begun to sense that my feelings varied too far from those of the people around me for me to blab about what I felt. (1.3.306) |
From an early age, Richard knew he was a little "different." He’s also smart enough to know that crowds attack people who are too "different" with pitchforks and axes.
| Quote #2 Again and again I vowed that someday I would end this hunger of mine, this apartness, this eternal difference; and I did not suspect that I would never get intimately into their lives, that I was doomed to live with them but not of them, that I had my own strange and separate road, a road which in later years would make them wonder how I had come to tread it. (1.5.51) |
Walking a different path can be lonely, but it’s the only way to do something no one else has done.
| Quote #3 I walked home slowly, asking myself what on earth was the matter with me, why it was I never seemed to do things as people expected them to be done. Every word and gesture I made seemed to provoke hostility. […] Finding no answer, I told myself that I was a fool to worry about it, that no matter what I did I would be wrong somehow as far as my family was concerned. (1.5.230) |
Richard is such an oddball that even his family can’t handle him. If only there were an AOL chat room for strange, isolated bookworms.