Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Good Earth- Chap. 1

This book seems very tragic from the start. Firstly, the woman he pays a rich family to wed, who is their servant, he hadn't met until the day of matrimony. In addition,to fit in with society, he has to be as mean as he can to her short of beating her, although he is unwilling to do so. Being forced to treat someone one respects is a virtual nightmare. Even Wang's father is cruel and spiteful towards Wang and everything. Even the world hates his true form, only respecting and acting civil towards those they can suck up to for money,like leeches in their greed for what they live off of. Not once would a robbery opportunity be passed up in this cruel,dog-eat-dog world, where only the strong and devious get the money to live well. No one would want to live in this kind of place, where the only peace is in isolation, far away from the wretched scum that dominate the city.

Even far out in his home, outside of town, the greed never stops. ''Why are you wasting tea? It's like eating silver.'' This is the greed of his own father insisting not to give him tea. He is so greedy for money he tries to refuse a luxury such as tea out of lust for money. A world without true emotion. Only money.

Friday, September 18, 2009

A Jury of her Peers

This short story is centered around the idea of payback. When Minnie's bird, a canary, is strangled, that is a massive wad of symbolism, as death by strangulation is what it repersents: slow, painful death, and a canary symbolizes FREEDOM AND INTELLECT, meaning the author is trying to show the suffering of Minnie due to the slow constriction of what she "breathed", singing. Thus, she tortured him with a painful death the way he tortured her with her lack of freedom.

My stream of conciousness for today

There is a dark and looming shape on the horizon, its impure aura penetrating the thick fog like a bolt of lightning. This shape is a twisted mass of stone pillars and arches, once a stronghold of our finest troops, now corrupted by the hand of greed. I fear the power that emanates from this evil , caused by short-sightedness and disregard for who our enemies really are. I fear going into battle against our own men, following the darkness from fear of its power. I can't trust my friend of childhood even, who may even want me dead, as he is a bounty hunter, only living for accumulation of wealth.