Lytle

     A censored Tuesdays with Morrie.  Some parts sweet, some informative and some, plain uncomfortable.  Lytle was undoubtedly well-known.  You can't be well-known and live without any enemies.  Sullivan's character was hard to pin point.  At times, he comes off somewhat apathetic about life - the way the movies depict writers.  He struggles with what he thinks, possibly because he overthinks, as writers usually do.  That is why he finds comfort in being with Lytle.
     The imagery in this essay is beautiful from beginning to end.  He paints such graphic pictures for the reader - specifically on page 19, when talking about first coming to the "school" and anticipating meeting Lytle.  I pictured this old southern writer who has lived his life out well, just sitting back and enjoying his bourbon in front of a fire.  I felt like I was watching a movie or literally watching from a window outside his cabin - Loved it!!
     "He was from another world."  Sullivan sounds like a young girl gushing over her celebrity crush. I am cognizant of the homoerotic aspect in this essay, however, it is so hard to understand, but maybe we're not supposed to.  I believe that Sullivan doesn't even understand it and struggles with it himself.  Lytle comes off as a true mentor when he writes to Sullivan saying that he has things to pass on that had taken him "too long to learn."  Then, there are the specifics, such as, Lytle loving the touch of "human hands on his flesh." ...Thats when the uncomfortable feelings set forth.
     All in all, I think that Sullivan did love and respect Lytle (even though Lytle was most defenitely a little off his rocker).  But, I think there was some sort of resentment toward him as well.  Maybe not.  Do I think that Sullivan had it figured out? No.  I need some help deciphering the last paragraph of this essay, where Lytle comes to Sullivan in Paris.  I like how he says that he kept him in his peripheral, although I don't know why he needed to do that.  But, in the last sentence, he writes Lytle was "climbing the steps to the light, where I lost him"- and that, to me, is very sentimental.