Dexter Green is a caddy at a golf club at the age of fourteen; one day, he is struck down, as if by lightning, by an eleven year old girl. Contemptuous and spoiled as she is, she is nothing short of perfect in his eyes. This story continues for almost two and a half decades; Judy Jones, the typical liberated Gilded Age woman, is flighty, beguiling, and all Dexter thinks about for quite some time. The thing I like most about this story is the subtly comical dramatic irony; Judy and Dexter are not good for each other, do not need each other, nor do they want one another, and both know that. The only thing keeping them from breaking the cycle is that the cycle would be, well, broken. Only when Dexter moves away, affluent as he is, and is met years later of acquaintance of Judy and her husband's, does he get over her. At this point in the story, he is almost forty years old, I believe. He weeps with emotional turmoil at the millisecond it takes for him to completely relinquish all desire and love for Judy. The dream is gone, as of someone waking in the early morning and not being able to recall their elusive sleeping paradise. He doesn't care. I guess he's weeping for all the time he's spent chasing Judy, when now, he just... doesn't care. At all.
-Katherine
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