"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do"
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Cather’s trees aren’t just pretty background; they’re a rebuke to the human appetite for control. “Resigned” is the loaded word here. It doesn’t romanticize nature as wise or pure. It frames the tree as a creature with no real options, rooted into a single fate, enduring weather, time, and damage without the drama of self-narration. Against that stillness, the human mind looks almost neurotic: always bargaining with circumstance, rehearsing alternative lives, turning necessity into grievance.
The line works because it’s admiration edged with envy. Cather isn’t praising passivity so much as pointing to a peace that comes from accepting constraint. A tree “has to live” a certain way; it can’t quit, reinvent itself, or chase novelty. The gentleness of “I like” keeps the sentiment intimate, even a little embarrassed, as if she’s admitting a private coping mechanism: when life feels tightened by duty, illness, geography, or social expectation, look to something that survives without pretending it could have been otherwise.
Context matters: Cather’s fiction often stages the collision between vast landscapes and small human ambitions, especially on the prairie where nature doesn’t yield to desire. Trees, in that setting, are both vulnerable and stubborn, shaped by wind and drought into a kind of stoic biography. The subtext is a modern one: freedom is overrated when it becomes a permanent state of dissatisfaction. Resignation, in Cather’s hands, isn’t defeat. It’s composure.
The line works because it’s admiration edged with envy. Cather isn’t praising passivity so much as pointing to a peace that comes from accepting constraint. A tree “has to live” a certain way; it can’t quit, reinvent itself, or chase novelty. The gentleness of “I like” keeps the sentiment intimate, even a little embarrassed, as if she’s admitting a private coping mechanism: when life feels tightened by duty, illness, geography, or social expectation, look to something that survives without pretending it could have been otherwise.
Context matters: Cather’s fiction often stages the collision between vast landscapes and small human ambitions, especially on the prairie where nature doesn’t yield to desire. Trees, in that setting, are both vulnerable and stubborn, shaped by wind and drought into a kind of stoic biography. The subtext is a modern one: freedom is overrated when it becomes a permanent state of dissatisfaction. Resignation, in Cather’s hands, isn’t defeat. It’s composure.
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