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Authors: Laurence Lerner

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But these brothers do not reappear in the novel: they need have no other than a stylistic existence. Little Paul, however, is to be a central character and cannot be confined to the surface brilliance, the purely and ostentatiously verbal existence, that makes the minor characters in Dickens so memorable. Paul has a life to lead, albeit a brief one, and must enter the world of motives and affections, of hopes and disappointmentsthe world, in short, of personages with a biography.
So, now, a short biography. Paul Dombey, second child and only son of a rich city fellow (as Cousin Feenix calls him) lost his mother at birth: poor dear Fanny, as her sister-in-law remarked sadly, just did not make an effort. Paul was nursed by Polly Toodle, the mother of an almost unlimited number of babies; he was fussed over by his aunt and friends; he was worshipped with a stiff dynastic love by his stiff, reserved Papa; and he was loved by, and passionately loved in return, his older sister Florence. He was sent to Brighton for his health, where he (and Florence, whom he could not bear to be without) lived with Mrs. Pipchin, a highly respectable widow, whose husband broke his heart in pumping water out of the Peruvian mines ("Not being a Pumper himself of course"). Then at the age of six he was sent to Dr. Blimber's Academy, where he made little progress with Latin grammar, but was a universal favorite, his fellow-students and teachers realizing, along with the reader, that he was not long for this world. He left the academy in a whirl of affection and delirium, and went back to the Dombey mansion to die, leaving his sister and father heartbroken, and plunging, as Forster said in his life of Dickens, a whole nation into mourningwith nearly three quarters of the novel yet to run.
The sister and the father, though both heart-broken, do not grieve in the same way. No one in the novel is as shattered by Paul's death as his father, yet, though Mr. Dombey feels most intensely the sorrow that the death is designed to arouse in the reader, he does not feel it as he should. This naturally produces in the reader an ambivalent response to his response, both sharing and repudiating his love for Paul, since it was love for the idea of Dombey-and-Son rather than for the actual old-fashioned child whom Florence loved so devotedly and maternally. Yet Florence in her turn showed little response to Paul's quirky individuality (which will be discussed below): her protective love saw him only as pitiable and weak. So it is only the reader who responds with an appreciation of little Paul's full complexity.
Mr. Dombey's stiff repudiation of comfort ("Louisa, have the goodness to leave me. I want nothing. I am better by myself") tells us that his grief
 
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is not authentic, that he would be better if he did want somethinghis daughter's affection: dynastic grief is less human than paternal grief. Yet dynastic grief can be real too: what, I wonder, would Dickens have said to Josiah Conder, who after losing his only son described that young life as "the strongest root which fastened a man to the world,"
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an expression which men did not usually use about their daughters? Certainly this dynastic sounding sentiment contrasts with the way Joseph Gibbins wrote about the death of his daughter:
I am so overwhelmed with the sudden loss of my precious child, that I scarcely know how to write. She is constantly before me in every movement I take, remembering how joyfully she met me upon my return from Town in the omnibus, was the first to open the door, and come to meet meindeed it seemed to her a pleasure in every way to anticipate my wishes, that I cannot express the sorrow it has brought over my mind
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This clearly is how Mr. Dombey should have felt: he should have loved his son as fathers love their daughters.
A child leads a richly imaginative life, for the world around him has not yet settled into humdrum convention, and he keeps seeing it new. A child is endlessly entertaining, for he says the unexpected, misses the obvious, and juxtaposes the diverse. A child moves us easily to tears, especially if he suffers, and most especially if he is likely to die. This gives us three elements in the portrayal of Paul, fantasy, humor, and pathos, which exist both separately and in combination. The pathos always derives from Paul, and the fantasy usually does; but the comedy may be supplied by others, Dr. Blimber or his assistants, above all by Toots, the "weak-eyed young man with the first faint streaks or early dawn of a grin on his countenance":
"It was a beautiful night. When I had listened to the water for a long time, I got up and looked out. There was a boat over there, in the full light of the moon; a boat with a sail." The child looked at him so steadfastly, and spoke so earnestly, that Mr Toots, feeling himself called upon to say something about this boat, said "Smugglers." But with an impartial remembrance of there being two sides to every question, he added, "or Preventive." (Chapter 12)
The more pathetic Paul grows, the more valuable, for the total effect, is the presence of Tootsunless, as with the deathbed scene, the effect desired is pure pathos, and then Toots is not admitted.
 
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But before coming to that too-famous deathbed, it will be useful to move outside the novel and place Paul in a context.
Dombey and Son
is inimitably Dickensian, but it does not derive from Dickens alone: behind the author lies, as with all texts, a traditionthat is, a set of practicesor rather, in this case, two traditions: one, which associates children with wisdom, is very old; the other, which associates them with pathos, is much more recent.
The Wise Child
The wise child, in one of its forms, goes back to the New Testament. When Jesus was twelve years old and had waxed strong in spirit and been filled with wisdom and the grace of God was upon him, his parents went up to Jerusalem, and as they returned
the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and his mother knew not of it. And when they found him not, they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him. And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers. And when they saw him they were amazed; and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing. And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business? (Luke 2: 4349)
Here the child Jesus is wise beyond his years, able to astonish the doctors and the listeners. He is
the puer senex,
the child with an adult's wisdom. In the apocryphal gospels, the Gospel of St. Thomas, and the Pseudo- Matthew, there is a whole series of stories about the magic powers and the wonderful knowledge of the infant Jesus, who causes other children to drop down dead or come back to life, expounds the mystic meanings of the letters of the alphabet, or stretches a beam of timber that is too short. But if the
puer senex
has an adult's wisdom, if the point about him is (as Jesus sayss in pseudo-Matthew) "Fear not, neither conceive that I am a child, for I always was and am a perfect man," then he is not very interesting as a version of childhoodhow could he be, if he is not really a child? The most interesting moments in the Gospel of Thomas are the moment when Jesus
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