| Quote #1 Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. |
How, exactly, have Will and Jim grown up by the end of the novel?
| Quote #2 For it was no longer the street of the apples or plums or apricots, it was the one house with a window at the side and this window, Jim said, was a stage, with a curtain – the shade, that is – up. And in that room, on that strange stage, were the actors, who spoke mysteries, mouthed wild things, laughed, sighed, murmured so much; so much of it was whispers Will did not understand. (6.10) |
This is really the only part of the novel where sex is addressed at all. But because of the boy's ages, they don't see this as sex – they see it as a stage with naked actors. This is a great example of the way the innocence of the characters affects the perspective of the narration.
| Quote #3 Framed through the hall door Will saw the only theater he cared for now, the familiar stage where sat his father […] holding a book but reading the empty spaces. In a chair by the fire mother knitted and hummed like a tea-kettle. (8.3) |
Will's entire view of his family is marked by a sort of childlike innocence. There's a simplicity to this; his mother is domestic, and so she is a like a tea-kettle. His father is the wise, old man reading a book.