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Show Idealism, Unrequited Love, and Glorious Understanding 87 For what did I care That love passed me today! He may go on his way, The occasion is rare- He had nothing to say. Sure he didn't look gay But I've done my full share He had nothing to say. Perhaps it was mere play, But the game wasn't fair Love passed me today, He had nothing to say. "There is in me," Madelyn wrote, "that which calls for con stant expression. I am not one who can absorb thoughts and I thought if I shared my thoughts and feelings experiences .... with Caldwell we should grow more united and understanding. But so many of his thoughts are impersonal and mine are all somehow personally tinged.?" Two days later she wrote: Now I know something is definitely wrong. But I can't decide whether it is my glasses or the dates with Harold and David. I suppose I shouldn't have had those dates; but it seemed so easy and natural and impossible to refuse them. Besides I was so loyal inside me that I never thought of its hurting Caldwell, especially as I told him as soon as I saw him-almost too soon to be tactful, I suppose .... Or if it's the glasses, Mrs. Murphy told me tonight I didn't look a bit good with my glasses. It's the truth. I'm hideous. And I suppose I will have to wear them always But oh, .... but oh! How can it be? I hate what I see in the mirror glass when I look through them.' After dating, Caldwell went to Cornell in to 1926 September pursue graduate work. He became so absorbed in his studies and his future career as a practicing a year of |
