I could even keep quiet, quiet as kept, like the time a white girl said (squeezing my hand), Now we have three of us in this class. But I paid for it every time
The author shows that she could have had conformed and stayed quiet, but instead she spoke her mind. Although she thought she was doing what was right, her mother still reprimanded her for her actions that may not be "accepted'
There will be no end to this catalogue. The ogres are everywhere.
Again, this is showing that everyone is an Ogre. We all have our flaws, but we just have to learn to live with them.
Mary’s gaze is peculiar. It draws me in. I find it strange that, just a few days ago, I described her as a cold person. When she tells me of her brother she winds her scarlet thread so tightly about her finger I am afraid she will cut it off.]
I find this interesting because it seems like Mary is reluctantly opening up to Alibhai about her past. Maybe she is also studying these Ogres in order to get revenge?
Mary’s gaze is peculiar. It draws me in. I find it strange that, just a few days ago, I described her as a cold person. When she tells me of her brother she winds her scarlet thread so tightly about her finger I am afraid she will cut it off.
I find this interesting because it seems like Mary is reluctantly opening up to Alibhai about her past. Maybe she is also studying these Orges in order to get revenge?
Fortunately, God does not share his prejudices.
Another religious reference. This story seems to show that God makes everybody different, but we are all still Humans.
odious
repulsive or extremely unpleasant
I ask myself if there are words contained in Mary’s margins: stories of ogres she cannot tell to me.
I very much so believe that there are stories in Mary's margins. For instance, Mary seems very secretive because she will not answer questions about her past or even her full name. There is definitely lot of things that Mary is hiding from Alabhai
My employer thrusts out his chest. “Look, Alibhai!” He says that if I walk about stooped over like a dotard, people will get the impression that I am shiftless and craven, and this will quite naturally make them want to kick me. He himself has kicked me on occasion
I find it ironic that the employer tells Alibhai to show more spirit, but Alabhai is the one doing all of the dirty work for the employer while he just sits back in his tent.
My employer always shouts, as the report of his gun has made him rather deaf.
I find it interesting that the employer has lost his senses of hearing and eyesight. However, I am not positive what this has to do with the story?
Am not tired of work. It is a privilege to work. I do not hate the rich
I feel like the narrator is lying right here. Maybe he doesn't hate his job or is tired of it, but he wishes his job paid better and he didn't have to work as much so he could spend time with his family. Also, I feel like the narrator wrongly assumes that all rich people look down on poor people which isnt necessarily true.
Park Avenue = type of car. Ours not new. Ours oldish. Bit rusty. Kids got in, Eva (middle child) asked what was meaning of “junkorama.” At that moment, bumper fell off. Mr. Renn, history teacher, quite helpful, retrieved bumper (note: write letter of commendation to principal), saying he too once had car whose bumper fell off, when poor, in college. Eva assured me it was all right bumper had fallen off.
This gives us a glimpse into what class the narrator and his family fell in to. Also, this shows us that regardless of how much money they have they will stick together as a family and everything will "all right"
Hereby resolve to write in this book at least twenty minutes a night, no matter how tired. (If discouraged, just think how much will have been recorded for posterity after one mere year!) SEPTEMBER 5TH Oops. Missed a day. Things hectic. Will summarize yesterday. Yesterday a bit rough.
I find this passage extremely ironic. Directly after stating that he swears to write in this journal everyday for at least 20 minutes, he starts the next entry by saying how already missed a day. This just shows how hectic his life truly is and how it may not be ideal.
But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do. And I’d like to be a bad woman, too, And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace And strut down the streets with paint on my face.
i like the structure of the last stanza. First off she is describing how she wishes to grow up and it seems like she wants to be like a "rebel". Also, the stanza flows well because of the rhyming and listing patterns.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
Brooks is saying that girls in general should be able to experience things that previously would be unacceptable.
dentist
A dentist is known to clean dirty teeth, where a slaughterer is known to create a mess
Not hammers, not bullets, could make him close his eyes.
his father is immune to murder no matter the tool used. Also the narrator may be surprised that his Dad is not flinched by the slaughtering since he is a dentist and does not do this usually for a living.
I rode with my father to the slaughterhouse on an afternoon.
His father wants to expose his child to the slaughtering process. The father could be doing this in order to prepare his son for how harsh the "real" world is.
Bannadonna had resolved that his invention should likewise possess the power of locomotion, and, along with that, the appearance, at least, of intelligence and will.
I find it interesting that Bannadonna would want this object that strikes the bell to have the appearance of "intelligence and will." I feel like he could have just made a regular machine to strike the tower rather than a human-like figure, but he probably wanted to show that he is the best mechanician.
sardonical
adjective. 1. characterized by bitter or scornful derision; mocking; cynical; sneering
when Haman there, as I merrily call him — him? it, I mean
Bannadonna fumbles with his words giving another clue to the reader that this may actually be a living being that he is building.
But, as the object rose, a statuary present observed, or thought he did, that it was not entirely rigid, but was, in a manner, pliant. At last, when the hidden thing had attained its final height, and, obscurely seen from below, seemed almost of itself to step into the belfry, as if with little assistance from the crane, a shrewd old blacksmith present ventured the suspicion that it was but a living man.
This observation of the old blacksmith reminds me of "The Artist of the Beautiful." Possibly Bannadonna is working on a project that is half human, half machine.
The casting of such a mass was deemed no small triumph for the caster; one, too, in which the state might not scorn to share. The homicide was overlooked. By the charitable that deed was but imputed to sudden transports of esthetic passion, not to any flagitious quality. A kick from an Arabian charger; not sign of vice, but blood. His felony remitted by the judge, absolution given him by the priest, what more could even a sickly conscience have desired. Honoring the tower and its builder with another holiday, the republic witnessed the hoisting of the bells and clockwork amid shows and pomps superior to the former.
This shows me that Bannadonna is put on a pedestal even though he murdered somebody. I feel like this may be the 'beginning of the end' of Bannadonna and sets him up as a perfect tragic hero.
Little remained now but the bells. These, in all respects, must correspond with their receptacle.
I find it very interesting the way Melville uses variation in length in his paragraphs. I feel like this particular one is especially short in order to magnify the significance of the bells that had yet to be made.
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