Rather than attempting to change Rodrick's point of view, the narrator only persists resistance to becoming “ushered.” The narratology shifts focus to the image of Rodrick. He proclaims his fear of going mad. In his mind, the house is causing him, body and soul, to mirror itself. The narrator, attempting to rationalize once again, concludes that Rodrick's condition is the condition of his world. It cause is in the nature of things. Rodrick hesitantly admits "a more natural and far more palpable origin," hence why he send for the narrator as a aversion. As the days go on, Rodrick entertains the narrator with art and poems, all of which the narrator observes reflect the polarities of Rodrick's mental state. As the narrator tells of his and Rodrick's activities and of Rodrick's behavior, his tone becomes increasingly desperate and his efforts to remind the reader of his presence, rather than just reporting the events, increase exponentially. He describes their artistic pursuits: “his long, improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears,” “I hold painfully in my mind,” “(vivid as their images now are before me).” The narrator's very efforts to escape into the present of the narration betray him, for what he wishes to escape in the past awaits him in the
Rather than attempting to change Rodrick's point of view, the narrator only persists resistance to becoming “ushered.” The narratology shifts focus to the image of Rodrick. He proclaims his fear of going mad. In his mind, the house is causing him, body and soul, to mirror itself. The narrator, attempting to rationalize once again, concludes that Rodrick's condition is the condition of his world. It cause is in the nature of things. Rodrick hesitantly admits "a more natural and far more palpable origin," hence why he send for the narrator as a aversion. As the days go on, Rodrick entertains the narrator with art and poems, all of which the narrator observes reflect the polarities of Rodrick's mental state. As the narrator tells of his and Rodrick's activities and of Rodrick's behavior, his tone becomes increasingly desperate and his efforts to remind the reader of his presence, rather than just reporting the events, increase exponentially. He describes their artistic pursuits: “his long, improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears,” “I hold painfully in my mind,” “(vivid as their images now are before me).” The narrator's very efforts to escape into the present of the narration betray him, for what he wishes to escape in the past awaits him in the