After his time with Sybil, readers are left with a sane side of Seymour and most of the story, he seems placid. Seymour doesn’t seem like the harmful person that Muriel’s mother described him to be until the ending when he pulls out the gun. Seymour is like a regular fish surrounded by a sea of gluttonous bananafish that want more and more bananas just like the gluttonous and materialistic people he is surrounded by. The lady in the elevator reminds him that the world he had imagined with Sybil is just that, an imagination. He realizes that the world he is living in is not innocent, pure, or curious and because he is not able to cope with reality, he escapes. He feels alienated being surrounded by these people lacking innocence, purity, and curiosity and he has such a big “psychache” that it all just led him to take his own
After his time with Sybil, readers are left with a sane side of Seymour and most of the story, he seems placid. Seymour doesn’t seem like the harmful person that Muriel’s mother described him to be until the ending when he pulls out the gun. Seymour is like a regular fish surrounded by a sea of gluttonous bananafish that want more and more bananas just like the gluttonous and materialistic people he is surrounded by. The lady in the elevator reminds him that the world he had imagined with Sybil is just that, an imagination. He realizes that the world he is living in is not innocent, pure, or curious and because he is not able to cope with reality, he escapes. He feels alienated being surrounded by these people lacking innocence, purity, and curiosity and he has such a big “psychache” that it all just led him to take his own