Josephine, Iman, and Sam
I am a caring and patient wife and mother. My days is structured around helping out my husband, Willy and ensuring that he and my sons do not argue or insult each other too much. My husband can be somewhat absent minded and self-deprecating and it is for that treason that it is important for me to support and complement him. I try my best to ensure that all of my family is well-looked after, which is generally not hard to manage because our family is pretty closely-knit. Our son Biff, has once again come to live at home and although this is a source of frustration for my husband, I think it is important for our son to have a safe place to land. Recently, Willy has been acting a little strangely but I think that it is simply because he feels responsible for our lack of wealth, which is not necessary because we have managed on less in the past. Because of this I try my best to reassure him and ensure that he is happy.
The following quotes show instances where the boys lose their sense of morality.
“’Here–let me go!’” His voice rose to a shriek of terror as Jack snatched the glasses off his face. ‘Mind out! Give ’em back! I can hardly see! You’ll break the conch!’” (Golding 56).
“Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henry— threw it to miss. The stone, that token of preposterous time, bounced five yards to Henry’s right and fell in the water. Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them” (Golding 87).
“Piggy spoke, also dribbling. ‘Aren’t I having none?’ Jack had meant to leave him in doubt, as an assertion of power; but Piggy by advertising his omission made more cruelty necessary. ‘You didn’t hunt’” (Golding 103-104).
“Then there was a creature bounding along the pig track toward him, with tusks gleaming and an intimidating grunt. Ralph found he was able to measure the distance coldly and take aim. With the boar only five yards away, he flung the foolish wooden stick…” (Golding 161).
“The chant rose ritually, as at the last moment of a dance or a hunt. “Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!” Ralph too was ﬁghting to get near, to get a handful of that brown, vulnerable ﬂesh. The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering” (Golding 164).
“Lord of the Flies” – Island Description
“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).
“It was roughly boat-shaped: humped near this end with behind them the jumbled descent to the shore. On either side rocks, cliffs, treetops and a steep slope: forward there, the length of the boat, a tamer descent, tree-clad, with hints of pink: and then the jungly flat of the island, dense green, but drawn at the end to a pink tail” (Golding 38).
“They were on the lip of a circular hollow in the side of the mountain. This was filled with a blue flower, a rock plant of some sort, and the overflow hung down the vent and spilled lavishly among the canopy of the forest” (Golding 37).
“Beyond falls and cliffs there was a gash visible in the trees; there were the splintered trunks and then the drag, leaving only a fringe of palm between the scar and the sea” (Golding 39).
“Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake—blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple” (Golding, 10).
” The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick” (Golding 10).
“Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape; a great platform of pink granite thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high. The top of this was covered with a thin layer of soil and coarse grass and shaded with young palm trees” (Golding 13).
“The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick, endless apparently, for to Ralph’s left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity” (Golding 10).
“He walked with an accustomed tread through the acres of fruit trees, … Flower and fruit grew together on the same tree and everywhere was the scent of ripeness and the booming of a million bees at pasture” (Golding 77).
The coral reef:
“The reef enclosed more than one side of the island, lying perhaps a mile out and parallel to what they now thought of as their beach. The coral was scribbled in the sea as though a giant had bent down to reproduce the shape of the island in a flowing chalk line but tired before he had finished. Inside was peacock water, rocks and weeds showing as in an aquarium; outside was the dark blue of the sea” (Golding 38).
In one swift movement, the firing squad raised their guns. If they were to kill Walter Mitty, they were not going to have the satisfaction of seeing him grovel. Walter had moved so that he was leaning against the wall in an almost careless way and stood tall as the guns began to fire. One by one he felt the bullets hit him.
“Sir? Are you alright?” Bewildered, Walter Mitty looked up to face a tall, lanky man dressed in a long overcoat.
“I…” he began, before realizing that he could not possibly explain the reason he was lying against a stone wall being pelted by the hail that was coming down.
The man extended his arm to pull Walter Mitty to his feet. Slowly, they walked under the cover of a large umbrella back to the drugstore entrance.
“Thank you,” muttered Walter Mitty.
“Of course,” was the man’s reply before he spun around and swiftly walked away.
Walter Mitty stood in the cover of the drugstore entrance, watching the hail slowly turn back to rain. He glanced occasionally at the door, wondering when his wife was to come out of the store.
“I got it,” announced Mrs. Mitty as she came out of the store. “You will not believe the amount of people that were in the store. Honestly, it is like people have nothing better to do than shop.”
Nodding absentmindedly, Walter Mitty fell in step with his wife as they walked back towards the parking lot. As they walked, he half-heartedly listened as his wife talked about the neighbourhood gossip.
“Oh, Walter. Look at those children. Are they not adorable?”
Walter glanced up to see a group of children hiding in a large metal tunnel on the playground. Each one had an assortment of building blocks that they were using to build small guns. A dark haired boy caught sight of Walter Mitty and aimed his gun in his direction. …
“Keep walking,” a voice snapped. The cold muzzle of a small handgun pressed against Mitty’s bare neck.
“The captain wants the guns and missiles built by tomorrow morning. I would not disappoint him if I were you,” another man growled.
Mitty walked along the empty corridor with his head down. His heart heavy with guilt. He knew that if the weapons were built, there was no way that the United States would remain untouched. They rounded the corner and the guard pushed open the heavy metal door. He shoved Mitty into the room and turned on the solitary lamp before slamming the door shut behind him. Mitty sighed and faced his large metal creations. He knew that in about an hour the missiles could be finished. He also knew that the guards were very aware of this fact. Ignoring the missile, he walked to the far corner and uncovered a small tin boat. Mitty threw one last glance over his shoulder before opening a hidden compartment to pull out a large motor he had built two days prior. He carefully attached the motor to the back of the boat and placed it on a makeshift trailer. He then grabbed the only gun that was fully functional and tucked it into his belt. All feelings of distraught had vanished as he polished off one weapon at a time, making them appear as though they were complete. Almost on cue, the door swung open to reveal two large men.
“I have finished,” Mitty declared while gesturing to his work.
“Evidently,” replied one of the men in a disdainful tone.
Mitty nodded and watched as they shut the door and marched towards the upper deck to retrieve their captain. Not wasting any time, Mitty knelt in front of the door and with a couple decisive movements he picked the lock. Heaving the door open, Mitty pulled his boat out of the room and as quietly as he could, he made his way towards the ship’s deck.
“What do you think you are doing?” shouted a guard.
Without hesitation, Mitty spun around and pulled the trigger on the gun. The gunshot echoed through the ship, and the previously calm crew erupted into pandemonium. Walter Mitty heard the hundreds of men come rushing towards the sound. He pivoted his boat trailer and ran it straight into the nearest door causing it to swing wide open.
“Walter Mitty, you have nowhere to run!” thundered the ship’s captain.
Mitty turned to face the crowd, a derisive smile playing on his lips. Each guard was holding a gun Mitty had made. The guns that were not made to shoot.
“Actually Captain. I do.”
And with one powerful motion, Walter Mitty pushed his boat off of the edge of the ship, following it into the crashing waves below.
Our assignment was to gather eight quotes from the short story “Father and Son”. Once the quotes were gathered, we took pictures that best described the quotes we’ve chosen, then turned the pictures into a comic book strip. “Father and Son” is as the title describes, it is about a father and son whose relationship is complicated in the sense that the father tries to talk to and support his son but the son won’t let him in. The story also switches from each person’s perspective, allowing us to better understand the characters’ thoughts and emotions.
1) “This is my son who let me down. I love him so much it hurts but he won’t talk to me.” (MacLaverty 1)
The father feels like his son won’t talk to him and doesn’t know why, he tries to but the son keeps pushing him away, the son let him down because of his issues. The father is always there and really tried to help the son throughout the story but the son wouldn’t talk to him. Instead he would talk to the other people which could be considered his friends and that made the dad jealous because he didn’t have that type of relationship that he wanted with his son.
2) “I want to know if you are in danger again.” (MacLaverty 2)
Towards the beginning of the story, the reader is not aware as to why the father is constantly interrogating his son regarding his son’s whereabouts. After some context is set however, it becomes evident by the father’s thought regarding his son’s safety that his son has been involved in criminal actions in the past and he could be once again involved in these illegal activities. This impression helps drive the story towards the fate of the son.
3) “By your bed a hatchet which you have pretended to have forgotten to tidy away” (MacLaverty 3)
The father is extremely nervous due to his son’s history in criminal activities. This leads him to be distrusting towards his son’s judgment and so he keeps a hatchet next to his bed in order to have the ability to defend himself against people that may be brought into his house. The son is disgusted by his father’s lack of courage and the mutual distrust only drives a further wedge between the two characters.
4) “The door swings open and he pushes a gun under the pillow” (MacLaverty 3)
At this point the story, the father has decided to comfort his son, however, when he walks into the son’s room the father sees the gun. This makes the father worry about his son even more and the reader gets the strong impression that the son will not make it. This event hints towards the climax of the story.
5) “There was a bang … My son is lying on the floor, his head on the bottom stair, his feet on the threshold.” (MacLaverty 3)
After dropping the dish or cloth whilst hearing that, the father goes after his son to find him dead, which he tried to prevent. The father heard the bang and went after his son.
6)”Blood is spilling from his nose. They have punched you and you are not badly hurt.” (MacLaverty 3)
Right after the son is shot, the father sees his son lying still. He sees the blood and is perhaps misled by hope to momentarily believe that his son is going to be alright. This hope, although mirrored by the audience, is not realistic and the central conflict between the son and the father is abruptly ended.
7)”I take my son’s limp head in my hands and see a hole that should not be there.”(MacLaverty 3)
At this time the father knew that he had to be there for his son, he tried to keep him safe by telling him to stay home but he ended up dying anyways. During that time the father knew that, it was going to be the last time that he would be able to hold his son, as he didn’t let him before.
8)”My son let me put my arms around you.” (MacLaverty 3)
Once the father has come to the complete realization that his son has passed away, he embraces his son. Throughout the entire story, the father wanted to comfort and support his son, however, their relationship was quite strained. The embrace wraps up the story by reassuring the reader that the father loved his son and even in the son’s death he still wants that connection with him.
(This is the closest picture I could find to someone who resembled how I envisioned Smitty)
K. Smith, from the short story “The Two Fishermen” by Morley Callaghan, is a small-framed, middle-aged man, whose job is to travel from town to town carrying out public hangings. His birdlike neck is attached to an overly large head, which is covered in little grey curls. Smith is married with five children, however, due to his profession he has few friends. His general loneliness, leads him to be quite trusting towards Michael Foster, an aspiring big-time reporter, who was the only person to be friendly to him in the town where the story takes place. Foster and Smith meet along the lake, when Smith was partaking in his hobby of fishing. During their outing, Smith captivates Foster with his animated story telling. At the site of the hanging on the following day, Smith is no longer shy and animated, instead he is “carrying himself with a strange cocky dignity” (Callaghan 3). His ability to switch into character for executions is his largest strength because it helps him eliminate the guilt of taking someone’s life.
Capital punishment is the act of killing someone legally due to the crimes they committed. It was formed in Canada, in 1865, for people who committed murder, treason or rape. It was reserved for people who were believed to be a danger to society. Over time it became evident that this was a drastic form of punishment and in 1966, capital punishment was limited to the killing of a police officer or prison guard before being banned completely from the Canadian Criminal code in 1976.
In the short story “The Two Fishermen,” a younger man, Thomas Delaney, is sentenced to hang due to killing Mathew Rhinehart, a man who was molesting Delaney’s wife. This is an unfair conviction because Delaney was defending his wife and not posing a threat to society. As a matter of fact the entire town was outraged by his conviction, which led to them taking part in a riot of sorts after the hanging took place. This was most likely not the only town to be enraged by this extreme measure of punishment, so there is the possibility that other riots would be taking place around the country. If these riots were taking place, the government was very aware of the unhappiness of the people. This combined with the fact that Delaney was not hung due to killing a police officer or police guard, this story would have probably taken place between 1970 and 1976.
(This photo represents capital punishment because the act of hanging someone is one of the five ways to carry out this sentence.)