For me, juxtaposing the memory of the "perfect moment of artless, charmed happiness", and the look of absolute faithful love in Jack's eyes over the face of the older embittered and deeply unhappy Jack's eyes was done for a purpose. You're supposed to see all the pain and resentment in Jack's soul over Ennis "leash" and his refusal to be happy. I've read "Something New"....and I agree with that author. Jack either would've stopped the trips at one point to stop his pain or to make a point.
That's an interesting point. I am not sure I agree with "something new".
It's difficult for me to see Jack stopping his trips with Ennis, as infrequent as they were. I can see him going to the cabin with Randall, heading off to Mexico, and finding other ways to get his fix for those magical moments of charmed happiness. However, there is something with Ennis that no one else can provide. Ennis, of all the men in Jack's life, from his rodeo riding in the past, to those men in dark alleys, is unique in his singular devotion, unwavering love, and almost obsessive response to Jack...this thing with no reins.
For someone like Jack, who is jaded enough with the freckle faithless transient nature of male sex, the unique devotion of Ennis is a prize like no others, a great gem of beauty that he would do anything to possess, a treasure of countless value that he would gladly trade the wealth of the Newsomes for that sweet dream of working a cow and calf operation together.
What tortures Jack, more than anything else, is this knowledge, looking back those years, from that perfect moment of charmed happiness to that painful moment of "nothing settled, nothing changed", that the sweet life is forever out of grasp, that he will
always be looking at Ennis as he rides off or drives off, without him.
The irony of Ennis' singular devotion to him and the impossible sweet dream is what is seen on his face, bitter and brokenhearted.
He can't quit Ennis because what Ennis offers is exactly what he craves.
He can't stand not having the sweet life, missing Ennis so much in all 'em months away.
All he can do, is to find escape in his whiskey, and comfort in another man's arms, temporarily.