# LIV explained — Memoirs of a Midget

> Chapter companion for Memoirs of a Midget by Walter de la Mare.

## What happens

The narrator, after a harrowing journey through thorns and nettles, finds refuge by a pool in a desolate corner of Wanderslore's park. Over several days, weakened and despairing, they struggle with guilt over a death they believe they caused. In a moonlit hallucinatory state, they are drawn to the deadly nightshade, eat its fruit, and descend into a nightmarish vision of madness and damnation.

## Themes in this chapter

### Solitude and Self-Discovery

The narrator's isolation in the garden and by the pool becomes a crucible for confronting their own guilt and despair, leading to a profound, albeit destructive, self-confrontation.

### Mortality and Memory

The chapter is steeped in the narrator's fixation on death—their own and the one they believe they caused—and the haunting, fragmented memories that torment them.

### Nature and the Sublime

The natural world is both a source of beauty and terror, from the serene pool and moonlit garden to the poisonous nightshade and frenzied nightjars, reflecting the narrator's inner turmoil.

## Character check-ins

### Unknown (Narrator)

The narrator is in a state of extreme physical and emotional distress, wandering the grounds of Wanderslore, consumed by guilt and despair, and ultimately poisoned by deadly nightshade.

## Key lines

> The sun had burned for some hours in the heavens, when bleeding with thorns and on fire with nettles and stinking mayweed, I dragged myself out of the undergrowth into a low-lying corner of the desolate garden.

After hours of sunlight, I emerged from the thicket, scratched and stung, into a secluded part of the neglected garden.

_The narrator's physical suffering mirrors their emotional state._

> He was dead; and I had killed him—pride, vanity, greed, obstinacy, lovelessness.

I believed his death was my fault, caused by my own flaws and failings.

_The narrator is consumed by guilt and self-blame._

> I lay in my solitude in the midst of a whirling flock of nightjars, few in number, but beside themselves with joy, on the eve of their autumnal flight.

Alone, I was surrounded by a small, ecstatic flock of nightjars preparing for their migration.

_The birds' joy contrasts sharply with the narrator's despair._

> I stooped and took up one of the ripe fruits that had fallen to the ground. ... Its bitter juices jetted out upon cheek, mouth, and tongue, forever staining me with their dye.

I picked up a fallen berry and bit into it, its bitter juice marking me permanently.

_The act of eating the nightshade fruit is a point of no return, leading to hallucination and madness._

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