I am Willy Loman. The most notable salesman across the whole eastern seaboard. When I walk into my clients office they know I mean business, and they love me for my backbone. I can sell whatever I want with ease, and customers will flock to me like a heard of sheep. It’s only a matter of time before my boss comes to his senses and sees everything I have to offer and get a big promotion. Then I will show everybody what it means to be Willy Loman. I don’t need a fancy diamond mine to be great, I may have missed a great opportunity but I am resilient. I get it my own way, I make my own name, I am born and bred to face adversity. I wish my damn son could be the same Biff never seems to make sense of the points I try to get across to him.
Jungle – “He climbed over a broken trunk, and was out of the jungle” (Golding 10).
Mountain – “Beyond the hollow was the square top of the mountain and soon they were standing on it” (Golding 37).
Shore – “The shore was fledged with palm trees” (Golding 10).
Temperature – “The sand was thick over his black shoes and the heat hit him” (Golding 10).
Reef – “That’s a reef out in the sea” (Golding 7).
Scar – ” All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat” (Golding 6).
Landscape – “Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape” (Golding 13).
Lagoon – “The palms that still stood made a green roof, covered on the underside with a quivering tangle of reflections from the lagoon” (Golding 13).
Water – “It was clear to the bottom and bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral” (Golding 14).
Shore – “The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings” (Golding 10).
“He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.” The commanding officer barked to his platoon, “Ready men! Aim!” Time seemed to stop with the eerie peacefulness of Walter’s supposed final moments. Walter exchanged a faint smile with the commander who shot him back a look of confusion. He burst out laughing maniacally, clenching his stomach with his hands. The men of the firing squad turned to look at each other to make sense of the situation. In unison they turned their attention back to their task at hand, cocked a bullet into the chamber, and pulled the trigger aiming right at Walter’s forehead. KABOOM! Gruesome carnage and pandemonium filled the air. One by one each man of the firing squad collapsed, leaving behind disfigurement of body parts, and the dark crimson blood mixing in with the water of the surrounding puddles. Walter walked over to the commander who was distraught gasping for air, with his face black and charred. He looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Seems the tables have turned. At my request, one of the men in your agency rigged your rifles with exploding bullets.” The look of betrayal and despair was all that could be made from the dying man’s expression. Walter casually walked right up to the man to finish what he started. He motioned the sign of the cross, placed his boot on the throat of his rival, and pressed down with great force.
“WALTER! WHAT IN EARTH ARE YOU DOING?” screeched a concerned Mrs. Mitty. Walter looked down and noticed his boot was pressing down on the leg of a poor duck who happened to have waddled by. Walter shook his head back and forth trying to gain a grip on himself. He looked around frantically to find an excuse to explain his actions. In the corner of his eye someone caught his attention. Standing at a soaring 6 feet plus, a man was strutting down the street wearing a designer tailored silver suit, with pleated pants and black fedora. He was clean shaven and Walter observed him glancing down at his gold pocket watch. He was a man who lived by his own rules, and the world adapted to him.
… “The shipment of distilled Russian vodka will be here in an hour. Are you ready?” The don says, spinning his gold and diamond wedding band around his finger.
“Yes sir, Vincenzo was adamant on me making this deal for him. If you ask me-”
Capital Punishments are the hot topic of debate with people being on far ends of the spectrum, and firmly believing that their opinion is right. A capital punishment is when a person has been convicted of a heinous crime, and the sentence they receive is their untimely death. There are several methods used to carry out the execution with gas chambers, the electric chair, and lethal injections being amongst the top 3 modern ways to do so. However, luckily, Canada hasn’t had capital punishment in the criminal code since 1976. Although when we did, our method of execution was for the convict to be hanging from a rope by the neck in the gallows. The last people that have been sentenced to death in Canada were Arthur Lucas, and Ronald Turpin. It was speculated that perhaps Arthur Lucas was innocent as all the evidence stacked against him was circumstantial.
In the short story “Two Fisherman” a young man named Thomas Delaney was sentenced to death after the murder of Matthew Rhinehart while the man was molesting his life. If this were have to happen in Canada it would have to take place somewhere before 1966 as we had abolished the death penalty by that time. The execution of Thomas Delaney was atrocious. If the poor man wanted to keep his life, he would’ve had to let his wife get molested, and deal with her P.T.S.D. everyday afterwards. When something completely evil happens to someone you love so dearly it isn’t even a question whether or not to defend him or her, no matter what the danger is. Matthew Rhinehart in every sense of the word deserved to die. For a man not to be able to defend his family goes against any natural rights a man should have. It is instinct for animals in the wild to do anything for family and we are no different. Thomas Delaney should not have been sentenced to death and the judge, prosecution, and jury should all be executed, as they are guiltier than the man they sentenced in the first place.
I believe the death penalty has a purpose, but is also very disgusting. There should be very, very circumstantial situations where someone was to be put to death. For example premeditated murder should not count as you kill one person, and who knows maybe the person even got what’s coming to them when the eyes of the law wont do anything. However, if someone goes on a killing spree of pure animosity then they should no doubt get a brutal death. There is a time and place for everything but only when it is absolutely necessary.
In the novel To Kill a Mockingbird, there are two key characters that go against what each other stand for and their morals time in and time out throughout the story. Atticus Finch was a noble gentleman with philosophies that go far beyond his time, and can be seen as the popular ideology in the times we live in today. The acceptance we have learned over the past few decades to love every human being as they are is thanks to the people who were defiant and stood up to the society that he was born in. On the other hand we have a despicable, liquor intoxicated, man who cried wolf named Bob Ewell. When compared these two are as day and night as God and Lucifer.
Atticus Finch, a man of special talents with a gifted mind beyond his time. He takes pride in his last name, and holds his head high about being a slow-fused, altruistic man. He genuinely cares about his children and goes about raising them in a more unorthodox way in the times of this novel; he almost treats his children more as an equal than as their commander. This seems to stick, and the morals Atticus had can be seen in the young eyes of Jem and Scout. In the beginning of the novel Scout is portrayed as hotheaded and wants to fight every person who talks a little bit of slander, or looks at her unfavorably. Atticus sits scout down and says that she doesn’t need fists and violence to prove a point but instead to fight with her head, and she is very capable of proving better points with her words. Scout truly saw the point Atticus made and the reason behind why he said in, and from there on when Scout got angry she would clench her fists, say nothing, and just let it go. Atticus was a fair man with more courage than anybody else in his town even though most of his town mistook his courage for stupidity. He was given a case to defend a African-American male, which in those times had a near 100% conviction rate no matter how innocent they could seem. Most lawyers wouldn’t even think twice about trying, however Atticus said “This case, Tom Robinson’s case, is something that goes to the essence of a man’s conscience- Scout, I couldn’t go to church and worship God if I didn’t try to help that man.” Atticus looks beyond the colour of somebodies skin and sees that everybody is capable of doing the same things; everybody’s brain can work the same, so there shouldn’t be a single reason why an innocent man should be executed for a crime he obviously didn’t commit. I believe that if everybody had been taught the same lesson Atticus taught Scout, “If you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” Countless lives would’ve been saved over the course of human history, and working together instead of against each other we would’ve achieved greater things by now.
To reiterate how noble and fair of a man Atticus Finch is, you can look at his polar opposite, and enemy in trial, Mr. Bob Ewell. Ewell took Mr. Tom Robinson to court on the account of rape and had nothing more to prosecute this man other than the fact that he was a black man, and it’s only in his nature to do so. However when you compare Tom and Mr. Ewell you can see that Tom helped Mayella Ewell out of the goodness of his heart and not for his own gain, he even turned down the offer of money. On the other hand Bob Ewell crosses everyone he knows, spending his welfare checks for his family mainly on alcohol, and he has a well-known reputation of being a less favourable member of this community. Bob Ewell even attacks the defendant’s lawyer, Atticus, after the trial for defending Tom, even though that’s exactly what his occupation is meant to do. When Bob couldn’t faze Atticus his scumbag head came up with the idea to attempt to kill his children. It is truly no surprise that when Bob was slain no one really cared, and chose to make a no case of culpable homicide and wrote it off as an ‘accident’. All in all the difference between Atticus and Bob is black and white, and what makes Atticus a respectable gentleman is accepting both the blacks and the whites.