When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, and not his teaching. If the father is working for a corporation, what is there to teach? He is reluctant to tell his son what is really going on. The fragmentation of decision making in corporate life, the massive effort that produces the corporate willingness to destroy the environment for the sake of profit, the prudence, even cowardice, that one learns in bureaucracy-who wants to teach that? We know of rare cases in which the father takes sons or daughters into his factory, judge's chambers, used-car lot, or insurance building, and those efforts at teaching do reap some of the rewards of teaching in craft cultures. But in most families today, the sons and daughters receive, when the father returns home at six, only his disposition, or his temperament, which is usually irritable and remote.
— Robert Bly
What Bly is pointing at here is not simply absent fathers but the specific texture of what gets transmitted in their absence. Temperament is not nothing — it is, in fact, everything the father could not afford to make conscious. The irritability is real labor, real subordination, the daily experience of having one's judgment overridden and one's decisions parceled out by institutional logic. None of that can be named at the dinner table, partly because it implicates the father's own complicity, and partly because the corporation has no mythology, no craft lineage, nothing to hand down that would dignify the transmission.
The deeper wound is not that fathers withhold teaching — it is that there is no longer a container in which teaching could occur. Craft cultures transmitted not only skill but a man's relationship to his own limitation, to failure, to the resistance of material. When that container collapses, what remains is the residue of what could not be processed: mood, distance, the affective weather of a man whose authority was spent before he crossed the threshold. The son inherits this not as lesson but as atmosphere, and atmosphere is exactly what is hardest to examine because it feels indistinguishable from the way things are.
Robert Bly·Iron John: A Book About Men·1990