Saturday

The Native

 

I am the native. Once a dairy farmer, but now the reddleman. And i was fine with being the eye of Egdon Heath. But once i saw Thomasin say "I do" to Wildeve, i had to leave. I left Egdon Heath. (2. 8. 169) Cleared my head. No one saw me for months. But i had to return. Edgon is my home. I have to put my heart aside, and be there for those i love. I cannot give up my commitment to watching over the Heath. If i don't, then who will? Someone has to look out for others. And that person is me. The Native, Diggory Venn.



Rejected suitors take to roaming as naturally as unhived bees; and the business to which he had cynically devoted himself was in many ways congenial to Venn. But his wanderings, by mere stress of old emotions, had frequently taken him an Egdon direction, though he never intruded upon her who attracted him tither. (1.9.9)

I am the native because of my desire to help Thomasin.And even when i left for a few months, i had to return because of her. I will always return to Egdon Heath in the end. No matter what happens, this is where i will always end up. The Heath was my first destination, and it will always be my last.  

I am like a mirror of the heath. It is a part of me, and i am of him. The heath comforts me when i feel weary.

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