The 'kid' here is a young man named 'Gerald Tetley,' the only son of 'the biggest man in the valley', an ex-Confederate cavalry officer. You could feel what he meant you could only think what Davies meant. And yet both of them gave you that feeling of thinking outside yourself, in a big place the kid gave me that feeling even more, if anything, though he was disgusting. To Davies, what everybody thought became, just because everybody thought it, just and fine, and to act up to what they thought was to elevate oneself. To the kid, what everybody thought was low and wicked, and their hanging together was a mere disguise of their evil. To me his idea appeared just the opposite of Davies'. There had been something in the kid's raving which had made the canyon seem to swell out and become immaterial until you could think of the whole world, the universe, into the half-darkness around you: millions of souls swarming like fierce, tiny, pale stars, shining hard, winking about cores of minute, mean feelings, thoughts and deeds. Read 'The Ox-Bow Incident' yesterday, and've been thinking about a few things in connection with it.
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