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John Horace Burleson explained

John Horace Burleson reflects on his early success as a prize-winning essayist and novelist, his marriage to a banker's daughter, and his rise to bank president, all while yearning to write an epic war novel.

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John Horace Burleson reflects on his early success as a prize-winning essayist and novelist, his marriage to a banker's daughter, and his rise to bank president, all while yearning to write an epic war novel. Despite his literary aspirations and connections with famous figures like Matthew Arnold and Emerson, he ends up buried in his boyhood home, forgotten, with no monument in Chicago to preserve his name.

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Narrative arc

Story tension across the book — this chapter sits in Exposition.

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  • Setup
  • Escalation
  • Breaking point
  • Aftermath
  • Closing

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Themes in this chapter

  • Death and Legacy

    Burleson's lament over having no tablet in Chicago to keep his name alive underscores the theme of forgotten legacy and the fleeting nature of fame.

  • Unfulfilled Lives and Repression

    Burleson's deferred dream of writing an epic novel, always looking forward to leisure that never comes, epitomizes an unfulfilled life.

  • Illusion vs. Reality

    The contrast between Burleson's early promise and his eventual obscurity highlights the illusion of success and the reality of being forgotten.

Characters to notice

  • John Horace Burleson

    The chapter's speaker, a once-promising writer and banker who laments his forgotten legacy.

Key passages

  • “Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll!”

    Keep moving forward, vast and mysterious sea, keep moving.

    Burleson quotes Lord Byron's famous line, perhaps envying the ocean's eternal motion and fame compared to his own forgotten state.