Christopher C. Taylor -- Written: 5/18/89 -- Edited: 5/19/89
Jonathan Sumner followed the
green line round and round the desk. It
was nearly 2:00 in the morning. He was
wearing a suit coat. Jonathan did not
usually wear his suit coat at 2:00 in the
morning. Then again, He usually wasn't
following a green line round and round
a desk. Jonathan was faced with a situation
totally foreign to him. Although he
had been through this once before, he
could not remember it at all. He would
not even have known he had
experienced this before, if it wasn't for
Jonathan's mother. She was a kind lady.
She baked apple pie for Jonathan and his
sister at least once a week and sometimes
twice a week. She was the one who had
told him of what he faced that night. As
Jonathan looked back on his childhood
he could taste the apples with just a
touch of cinnamon. He could feel the
warm odor penetrating his nostrils.
Filling them to the point of delirium.
Jonathan was quite small and the pie
quite rich. This combination left
Jonathan gasping for air. Never in
Jonathan's thirty-two years could he ever
remember fumes quite so strong. Strong
enough to choke him. Then he remembered
the summer he worked for a co-op
spraying ammonia. This thought, with
all its unpleasantness, brought him back
to reality. He found himself looking at
himself. He turned suddenly. He looked
all around. He was everywhere. Just
then the elevator came to a sudden stop
and the doors opened. An elderly lady
in a wheelchair and a nurse pushing it
entered. The woman in the wheelchair
was asleep so the nurse and Jonathan
exchange smiles but no words. Jonathan,
still a little disoriented exited the
elevator and began following the yellow and
red lines that extended from the
elevator. He came to a point at which the two
lines separated. He followed the red line
which led down a long dark hallway
with large glass pains along one side. As
he passed, he peered in the glass windows.
What he saw through the darkness
that penetrated the large room as
well as the hall reminded him of his
purpose in being there. He experienced
both pain and joy at the same time, for
the first time in his life. He liked the
feeling. As he looked in the nearly dark
room he was reminded of the summer
he spent working for the co-op. He saw
rows and rows of heat lamps. These were
just like the heat lamps he remember in
the pig barns, yet there was something
special about these heat lamps. These
had fancy shades on them. Not as
exquisite as those found on chandeliers,
yet a simple stainless steel bowl shape
which seemed to captivate him for reasons
even he didn't understand.
Although all these things were interesting
to him in there own little way,
Jonathan was most struck by the small
objects under the heat lamps. There were
dozens of these bundles, all in neat little
rows. These babies brought to him a
sense of urgency for his purpose there.
He tore himself away from the room
which seemed to be so much a part of
him even though he had never entered
it. He followed the dark gray, almost
black, line back down the dark hallway.
As he walked towards the light the gray
line he was walking on became red. This
jogged his memory and he remembered
how he had gotten there. He walked
faster until he caught up with the yellow
line and followed them both to the
elevator. He pressed both the up and down
arrows but only the down arrow lit. He
wondered to himself as he waited
whether the light in the up arrow was
burnt out or whether the button itself
didn't work or whether he pushed it at
all. But none of these things mattered to
him for he wanted to go down, not up.
Just then he heard a spoon hit one of
those stainless steel heat lamp covers and
the down arrow light went out. The
doors opened and he enter the empty
cavity with mirrors on every wall. He
pressed the three and the doors closed
revealing even more mirrors. Jonathan
looked up and saw above him a ceiling
covered by a large mirror. Something
was wrong he thought. There was
plenty of light in the elevator yet there were
no lights. This thought puzzled him,
but the sound of the elevator doors
opening distracted him and he forgot
about the lack of lights. He was met by a
green line which he followed back until
he came to the desk he had circled count
less times earlier that night. He looked
up from the hideous green line his eyes
had been following. A glow of
determination radiated from the deep black of
his pupils. As he approached the desk
he was met by the glare of a woman.
This was no ordinary woman. Jonathan
couldn't help but be reminded of the
woman he saw on the nightly news just
a week earlier. The woman who had
been living by herself in a cave for thirty-
five years up in the hills northeast of the
city. He did his best to suppress these
thoughts but her black horn-rimmed
glasses and pale white skin hung in his
mind like the aftertaste of diet pop on a
hot summer day. From her glasses hung
a long chain. A chain similar to those
used by athletes to keep their glasses
from falling off, yet much longer. It was
made of stainless steel balls linked with
small pieces of paperclips. A chain like
those found in Jonathan's bank connecting
the pens to the table. He focused on
her face. Her pearl white skin was
wrinkled as if she was forced to sleep with her
mouth full of marshmallows until she
was twenty-four years old. He felt very
uneasy, but after what he'd been through
in the past ten hours he was determined
to go through with it. As he neared the
desk he felt his left leg buckle under him
but fortunately he was close enough to
reach the desk. With all the grace he
could muster, he grabbed the desk, and
held himself up. However, he didn't
have much grace to muster. The lady be
hind the desk could not help but notice
his uneasiness and Jonathan knew this.
Even through all this he managed to see
the lady's name engraved on the name
tag she wore. Jonathan saw his
opportunity to make her feel as uneasy as he did
and he jumped at it. Not literally of
course, but in the figurative sense. He
caught his breath and said in a, what
seemed to him, somewhat confident
voice, "Hi, Irma." Just as he had
planned, this made her very uneasy. It
worked even better than he had ever
dreamed it could. She was torn for she
knew not his name but thought she
should because he knew hers. Seizing
the moment Jonathan acted quickly be
fore she could regain her composure. He
told her who he was. This seemed to
fluster her even more. There was some
other unavoidable small talk and then
he posed the big question---The reason he
came. He asked Irma for a copy of his
birth certificate. There were a few for
malities he need to go through but all in
all it was much easier than he thought it
would be.
The End
The Interpretation
I originally was going to write about
a little boy. I started out with his dad in
the hospital waiting to hear he was born.
As I began to write this seemed far to
simple and boring. I also thought this
story would be a novel if I wrote about
this boy's life, especially if it took this
long just to write his birth. I was going
to write about a boy exaggerating to his
parents but wouldn't that have been
much worse? Please say yes. Instead I
chose to write about a man who exaggerated
everything in his mind to the point
that getting a birth certificate became a
whole night ordeal. In my opinion the
most subtle yet potent form of
exaggeration. Exaggeration of the mind.
In English class in high school we
were always told what the authors
meant in their stories. I often wonder
who made up the author's interpretations.
To avoid any confusion when this
story is studied in English classes around
the country I will provide the intent.
Main purpose
Show through subtle means the futility of exaggeration.
Symbolism
- The exaggeration used
throughout the story was exaggerated.
- Jonathan circling the desk shows
the futility of exaggerating.
- An attempt to create a false perception
with the reader that
Jonathan's wife was having a baby
shows that exaggeration is deceiving.
- Jonathan's kind mother
emphasizes that even the best parents can't
protect their children from exaggeration
and may even encourage it.
(See the apple pie odor symbolism.)
- Confusion with the odor of apple
pie (something good) and ammonia
(something bad) shows that
exaggerating a good thing can make
it bad.
- Smiles but no words between the
nurse and Jonathan and hardly any
words throughout the entire story
shows that exaggerating doesn't
need to be verbal.
- Woman asleep in the wheelchair
shows that some people do not realize
it when exaggerating is taking place.
- Birth Certificate represents a new
lease on life, a step away from
exaggeration. Jonathan wants to change
his ways. He, as we all do, resists
change and has mixed feelings (pain
and joy) about it.
- The heat lamps represent good
(light always does that in the
figurative world). They represents the
lack of exaggeration.
- The darkness in the hall and in
the room with the babies represents
exaggeration. From birth we are
surrounded by exaggeration with
only a small void provided by a
heat lamp.
- The heat lamp shades represent a
limit on the lack of exaggeration. In
other words, they represent increased
exaggeration.
- Jonathan's captivation with the
heat lamp shades represents his
inner struggle to change. He is still
fascinated with his old life of
exaggeration but knows he needs to
change and eventually leaves to do so.
- The scary lady has much the same
symbolism as the shades. She
represents his inner struggle to do
what is right.
- The co-op flashbacks show that
past actions remain with you the
rest of your life.
- The burnt out light or broken but
ton for the up arrow shows that few
things are dependable in this world.
Moreover, his uncertainty as to
whether the light was burnt out or
the button was broken shows that
even our inner selves are not dependable.
- The lack of lights, yet prevalence
of light in the elevator shows that
there are some things will remain
mysteries to humans.
Furthermore, his willingness to
move on indicates that we too need
to live our lives, and not ponder
life to death. This is a direct insult
to all philosophers and many psychologists.
- The title Birth sets the mood for
the anticipation of Jonathan's son being
born. It also makes the main purpose of
this story more subtle.
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