
Gene looks at Emily.
He’s on the floor, and she’s on the floor, of her bedroom. They’re studying, and listening to Echo and the Bunnymen.
- You done with English?
- Yeah, I read that in study hall.
- What did you think of that Robert Frost stuff? Did that make sense to you?
It’s uncharacteristic that he would ask her about school.
- Kinda
- I don’t get it.
- What part?
- All of it.
- Well...I think the point is at the end. He talks about the difference between scholars (or scientists) and artists. Both seek knowledge, but scientists get it by applying logic to what they see. The scientific method, remember that? Artists - he’s talking about poets, specifically - get knowledge by stumbling upon it. The don’t use the scientific method - they don’t stick to rules, but instead they let stuff stick to them.
- Huh. But what about this: "The figure is the same for love." He says that twice, so it must be important. What figure? The figure a poem makes? I don’t get it. And is that an accurate description of love?
Maybe, she thinks. Delight for sure, and I’ll know about wisdom if he breaks my heart.
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