Summary (Masterplots II: Short Story Series, Revised Edition)
This story of one individual’s mind under pressure begins casually: “Perhaps it was the middle of January in the present year that I first looked up and saw the mark on the wall. In order to fix the date it is necessary to remember what one saw.” However, what the narrator saw in the external world moments before seeing the mark—that is, the shade of light on the pages of the book she was reading, the three chrysanthemums in a bowl, and the smoke of her cigarette—serve as definite landmarks by which she may locate herself; such location of self becomes increasingly important as the narrative progresses.
The first hint the reader is given about the importance of the narrator’s sense of place occurs in the initial paragraph, when she recalls looking at (besides those other things already mentioned) the “burning coals” in her fireplace, and how this sight caused “that old fancy of the crimson flag flapping from the tower” and the “cavalcade of red knights riding up the side of the black rock.” This fancy is one that she believes was formed in her childhood, and one with which she is not comfortable (presumably because it reminds her of war). Although she does not explain why the fancy is discomforting, it is clear that it is when she says, “rather to my relief the sight of the mark interrupted the fancy.” For a moment, then, she is able to focus on, and to locate herself by, this “small round mark, black on the white wall, about six or seven inches above the mantlepiece.”
What is this mark? she wonders—a nail hole made by the people who lived in the house before her? Here she recalls a discussion about art she was having with one of these people when they were suddenly “torn asunder, as one is torn from the old lady about to pour tea and the young man about to hit the tennis ball . . . as one rushes past in the train.” For the moment, she decides that neither what the mark is nor its cause is important enough for her to get up and walk across the room to inspect it more closely; besides, she reflects, “once a thing’s done, no one ever knows how it happened.” Nevertheless, it soon becomes apparent that the narrator is troubled by the “ignorance of humanity,” by “what an accidental affair . . . living is after all our civilization,” by how many things she has lost over the years, and—again—by how quickly time passes, as life is similar to being “blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour” or similar to being “pitched down a shoot in the post office! . . . Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life,” she thinks, “the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard.”
Paradoxically, while letting her thoughts drift away from the mark on the wall to unpleasant reflections on the perpetual...
(The entire section is 1145 words.)
Want to Read More?
Subscribe now to read the rest of The Mark on the Wall Summary. Plus get complete access to 30,000+ study guides!