Exactly how old is our young, nameless narrator supposed to be?
I feel this question is begging to be asked. First he can’t go to sleep without getting tucked in and now he drops this nugget on us:
“Above all else I loved [Bergotte’s] philosophy, I had pledged myself to it for life. It made me impatient to reach the age when I would secondary school and enroll in the class called Philosophy.”
I’m not saying it’s impossible that our young narrator responded so viscerally to the philosophy of an artist. Why at that age (I am guessing 8, by the way) I too was heavily influenced by an philosophical artiste that was mold breaking.
His use of meter and rhyme, stirring imagery, vivid characterization, complex language. All that, and just like me he “liked to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas.”
Yes, I too was deeply influenced by the troubadour of childhood, Raffi. Although come to think of it, he didn’t make me look forward to secondary school, but he did make look forward to snack time. (What can I say, I really like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas.)
So maybe, it’s not the same thing after all.
Justin