Neil had lived his entire twenty-one years in the nine room apartment on West End Avenue in New York City with his mother Esther Outwater. Safety and protection from the outside world was the uppermost priority for has mother. It was their castle; the Doorman was their sentry on duty. When the cab pulled up in front of the apartment chaos, noise, police cars and officers writing on pads and holding back photographers and reporters stunned him. Getting out of the cab he heard someone say “her son,” and a policeman approached him and addressed him as Mr. Outwater. Every segment of energy in his body retreated and he had to grab the officer’s arm to steady him self. “What’s wrong? Where’s my mother?” His wallet in his hand after having paid the driver fell to the ground. Someone picked it up and handed it back to him. “Please come inside with me.” The officer reached for his arm to steady him and usher him into the lobby. “Where’s my mother?” He asked again. “We are here because your apartment has been broken into.” “Is my mother alright?” The officer didn’t respond immediately. “No son, the medics are up there right now.” He took him up in the elevator. Neil wanted to run up the stairs knowing he was faster. The hallway was bustling. Mrs. Cantor, their next door neighbor was crying and talking to another officer who was writing down what she was saying. She noticed Neil and let out a loud cry “I’m so sorry son, so sorry.” Police, medical personal and detectives were standing inside and out of the kitchen door. He ran toward the door and was stopped by one of the detectives. Then he saw his mother, lying on the floor face down in a circle of blood. A man crouched over her describing something to a female officer who ... ... middle of paper ... ...o the carpet. Mr. Cantiller sat beside him, with a protective arm across his shoulders. It was determined that she had been killed by a blow from an ordinary skillet. Esther was small and frail. The blow was sudden and instantly fatal. DNA was taken from everyone who had possible access to the apartment. “It’s routine . . .” Dr. Lancing was contacted and informed Aunt Kitty. Neil insisted that he had to be near by and so when Mr. and Mrs. XXX, the superintendents told him he could stay downstairs with them, he accepted. Mr. Cantiller, knowing both of them very well did not debate his choice. Mr. XXX had become an exhibiting artist because of his sponsorship, and in the Young man’s childhood he sorted him out as a surrogate father figure. Mr. XXX loved wood and sculpted in his spare time. Neil often made and assembled different things with XXX. They were close.
In “War” Neil’s attempts to communicate non-verbally through his behaviour are ineffective. However, in both stories Neil reaches understanding through powers of observation, even when the adults are unable to communicate through words. In reaching understanding, Neil takes a step towards adulthood himself. Through the process of looking at Effie’s smiles and looking at his father’s wounded face in the photograph, Neil is able to decode the mystery of their actions.
This coursework focuses on how each character contributes to the suicide of a poor girl Eva Smith/Daisy Renton.
As Jeanette Walls reveals this unraveling tale of her childhood she spares little to no detail from scrutiny, least of all the faults she finds in her father. As the reader enters the scene of her earliest memory the irrational thought process of her mother is instantly brought to light. A toddler catches herself on fire while attempting to cook hotdogs and who is to come to the rescue?
A. Stephen C. Bandy and Kathleen G. Ochshorn try in separate occasions to analyze the final scene between the grandmother and the Misfit.
Joe stared back at his locket thankful that the man came to show respect. Shouts came from inside the house Joes dad came out holding the man in cuffs as he repeatedly said he was sorry he didn’t mean for it to happen like that. Having a cop for a father isn't much fun when he works a lot more than normal. Today he just got carried away in grief.
tries to talk to his father but with no avail. Neil does the play any
The family was strewn around the floor. Juice was running down the hallway. Police cars were lined up, blocking the streets. The police were surrounding the bodies while the chief examined the room. The room they were in looked as if a tornado had come through. The glass sliding door was shattered from a chair that was thrown through. A coffee table was furred on its side, the lamp that was on it shattered. The walls had several holes in them. One of the smaller holes had a leg of a coffee table stuck in it. When he was done examining the room he went to the bodies. As he was walking the others made sure to make a path for him. When he got to the bodies he stopped. He started to examine them. There were teeth marks on all the bodies. There
At the beginning, Mr. Perry told Neil to drop his extracurricular for acting, knowingly that Neil’s passion is for acting, but Neil does not do so. Neil is notable for re-establishing a club called the Dead Poets Society where he and his peers gather to express their freedom for speech and opportunity to act as they wish. This allowed Neil in a big way to show his love and passion for acting, rather than studying to become a doctor like his father wants him to be, as Neil is acting that he wants to follow the plan his father has made for him. Going forward, Neil auditions and gets the main role for a play, but is urged by his father to drop the role. Fearing his father to do more damage what has already occurred, Neil agrees to do so. However, a private discussion occurs between Neil and Mr. Keating where Neil’s indecisive mind is troubling him. Keating suggested that he should have a good talk with his father to let him know where he stands on the issue and that’s when a final decision should be made. In turn, Neil disobeys his father’s order, and lies to Mr. Keating about his father letting him play the role. This lead his father to attend the play to see if Neil was telling the truth. Once the performance was over Neil was dragged out at the end of the play by his father to have a discussion at their residence. These events followed with life-altering choices situations
Neil White was living a luxurious lifestyle filled with expensive clothes, extravagant dinners and nice houses. He had it all, until one day he is caught kiting checks by the FBI and is sent to prison. Although, the prison he is sent to is unlike any normal federal prison. The prison Neil serves his time in is also a home for patients with leprosy. Through his encounters with the patients and other inmates at Carville, Louisiana, White takes the time to reflect on himself and learns a series of life lessons.
With this in mind, Brenda cleverly obuses Neil’s open mindedness in formulating a scenario to enable a source of faith and new level of relation to develope among themselves. Once brought into action, she uncovers the other side to her integrity. Respectively, Neil shows benevolence to that part of her that seems to understand him deep inside, “There among the disarrangement and dirt I had the strange experience of seeing us, both of us, placed among disarrangement and dirt: we looked like a young couple who just had moved into a new apartment; we had suddenly taken stock of our furniture, finances, and future [...] ” (68) However since she has grown accustomed into a new rank of social status, and away from “the disarrangement and dirt” of Newark, she has become more attracted to life she occupies anon in Short Hills. This knowledge disillusions her that wealth advantages come with power, and that power is her responsibility. She through her selfish and noble heart feels the need to improve Neil, because it’s her past for a reason. Meanwhile, he interprets “the strange experience of seeing us” as a gateway into a compromise of “furniture, finances, and future” in their relationship. In this case, Brenda is unable to welcome the real and raw elements of Neil, distorts the possibility for them to experience love for one another. Thus, the misinterpretation and
However, due to Brenda’s class status, her lustful idiosyncrasies and outlook on her self-appointed position in relationships. She falls under a sub-level of a “real man.” Caught in the cross-fire between class differences, the relationship between Neil and Brenda was never meant to amount to anything. Though Brenda and Neil’s relationship arose from a physical attraction, their infatuation over the aesthetic soon faced a gender agency dilemma. Neil’s internalization of the “good man” leads to his, as discussed in class, adoption of polite, empathetic, supportive, patient, pushover qualities. This is easily discerned through his thought process after receiving crude remarks from Brenda, he thinks to himself, “I allowed myself the minor subterfuge, however, of forgiving Brenda her obtuseness” (pg. 52). His silence in this argument, his willingness to ignore Brenda’s insensitive Newark remark contributes to his constant submissive behavior towards her agency (pg.
Mr. James Duffy is a lonely man who is not incredibly fond of the Dublin suburbs. He lives in an old, dismal, threadbare house with a black iron bedstead, an iron washstand, some chairs, a coal-scuttle, a square table, and a fender and irons. Compared to a blissful home of the present day, one may suppose that someone presently died in Mr. Duffy’s house. One day, he was sitting at a Rotunda, next to a lady, Mrs. Sinica, and her spawn. That one meeting would be the launch of something fresh for the both of them. Mrs. Sinica would either meet Mr. Duffy at the park gate, or somewhere in town, or she’d bid him over to her house. Mr. Sinica encouraged his visitations, thinking that Mr. Duffy was after his daughter’s hand in holy matrimony. All of the instances he spent with her influenced his life, and he started to live somewhat different than previously. During one of the meetings, Mrs. Sinica got slightly frisky, and Mr. Duffy left and has no communiqué with her for a week. He eventually requested her to meet up with him at a cake shop where they strolled around for some hours conversing. A few days after the two arranged to sever their interaction, he obtained his music and books from Mrs. Sinica. Several years passed, and Mr. Duffy never heard from Mrs. Sinica again. He wrote more seldom than before, and kept away from the concerts for fear that he would see her. One late afternoon, as he was analyzing a newspaper editorial, he observed an article about the “DEATH OF A LADY AT SYNDEY PARADE” and forced himself to continue. Once he read the subsection, and realized that the deceased woman was his old companion, something arose in his stomach that didn’t seem familiar to him. He deemed strongly that she had not only degraded herself, but him as well. With this in mind, he came to a public-house for some hot punch, and entered the park gate and strolled under some emaciated trees, and desolate valleys, as the two had done four years earlier.
Ginny sank into to seat adjacent to her little table. The man crossed his arms and leaned against the cabinet. Although the physically distance was mere feet, the gape felt like heaven and hell to Ginny.
“Get the doc now!” Mother shrieked. Bump, crash, bang, the stretcher carried my lifeless body down a populous hall. “Get and I-V now! Heart beats are slowing, we may need resuscitation, get me the shocks now!” “Oh my lord, no please don’t take my boy lord! Not now…” My mom snuffled. *Whimpers and cries”
...d shots and Alan’s hand had gotten hit. The boys were back inside and the police called and told them that Doctor Curt had arrived. Doctor Curt spoke to the boys and told them that the first shot had been an accident; and that he had read the paper and it looked fine, so they could come out. The kids all walked out, they dropped their guns and were handcuffed, except for Zach who went to his mother and got his medication.