The rejection Jeremy suffered from the primal wound, the second separation as he left for school, the alienation from the boys in the dormitory at Gresham's he endured for eight years, thawing somewhat only to be labelled as the Bastard as a fellow pupil misappropriated a trust, him leaving Gresham's lower in rank to those who left with superior qualifications and his realization that his life was mapped out as skivvy on the Farm until his parents' demise.
Was this feeling tempered somewhat by Sheila's own educational and career failure as both mother and sister disintegrated before his very eyes: June, like Psyche, sorting the seeds, entasked and imprisoned in her neverending quest for spiritual perfection, Sheila forever hounded with her own demons as she compared herself to the cosmetic perfection of the temporal world of Maida Vale? Did he begin to blossom away from the restrictions of formal education, or did he yearn for ever more freedom as June's talks with the vicar granted both children a degree of autonomy, or was the damage done as an ever more streetwise Jeremy began to reflect on his damaged physiognomy and decided he knew where to lay the blame?
Should Jeremy ever attempt to disburthen himself of that terrible legacy of his early twenties, could any individual exhort a confession, any figure of authority, any man of the cloth, when he has witnessed at first hand what destruction the slightest trust in any person or adhesion to religion has caused? What hope for any man who remains contented confined within a prison cell, reminiscent of an early life always spent apart, the prison cell mirroring the lifetime experiences he suffered isolated in those desolate compounds of school and White House Farm.
