Typical, Remarkable, Pitiable and Wonderful

One of the greatest books ever written. Sherwood Anderson walked out of his paint factory job one day and became a great writer. This book is a collection of short stories about regular people. Anderson tries to describe the indescribable, those underlying feelings we all share but can't name. Here is an example: "Perfectly still he layand his body was old and not of much use any more, but something inside him was altogether young. He was like a pregnant woman, only that the thing inside him was not a baby but a youth. Not, it wasn't a youth, it was a woman, young, and wearing a coat of mail like a knight. It is absurd, you see, to try to tell what was inside the old writer as he lay on his high bed and listened to the fluttering of his heart."
The gist we can glean from Sherwood Anderson's "Winesburg, Ohio" is that we all are the same. The secret thoughts and yearnings and flutterings and murmerings we share, even though we can't express them. Connected, but isolated, the human condition.