Growth Of Maturity

Paul prided himself on being more cultured than the rest of his new town.

             ".A smattering of applause broke out in the audience after the first movement.

             "The plebs think it's finished,"[I said].

             "We are meant to clap between movements," he told me."and stretch our legs. It is you who are ignorant."".

             Because of his arrogance, Paul was infuriated. He thought he was better than the rest of the audience, but Herr Keller managed to put him in his place once again.

             As he learnt to understand Herr Keller and about his past, the more sense Herr Keller's words made to him. He was no longer hurt by any slight criticism he made and he grew to understand him. An example would be when Paul happened to listen in on Herr Keller playing.

             "".It's perfect. The most beautiful music I've ever heard.".

             "Then we must continute your education. You cannot have heard much.".

             I smiled, but internally, unseen.".

             This shows Paul's decelopment to some understanding of Herr Keller. Normally, he would have felt frustrated and annoyed at such criticism from herr Keller, but this time he knew his own limits and that Herr Keller must be right.

             As their relationship grew, they began to depend on each other; Paul on Herr Keller for musical guidance, and Herr Keller on Paul for a "second chance" in life. Paul develops respect and admiration, and even love, for Herr Keller when he finally realises what he is losing When he sees Herr Keller on his deathbed. Herr Keller had become a father figure to him. In many ways, herr Keller not only taught Paul about music, but also about love, sacrifice, survival, strength, suffering, and the harsh reality of war. We come to see a new Paul who has a comprehension of all these things.

             But when Herr Keller finally speaks more than riddles to Paul, he insensitively pushes it away because of his hormonal biddings. .

             ".I wanted to know more, but at what price? Rosie might already be waiting, parked in the street. I knew she would be wearing nothing underneath.

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