First off, I'd like to say that I am deeply disturbed. DEEPLY DISTURBED. Thank you Mrs. Weygandt. Ewwww.... When we read Brave New World last year, rhythmic beats, and odd dancing in circles took place of graphic, nasty, scenes. Ick. And there were also erotic movies, and yucky stuff like that. Oh, and small children being very much... robbed of their innocence. I strongly dislike that book, and this chapter, and I'm moving on now. Blah!
Chapter 18 - If She Comes Up, It's Baptism
The only literary work I could think of, besides the Bible, in which a person nearly drowned, or was dumped into the water, or whatever, was Anne of Green Gables (LOVE THAT BOOOK) and poor Anne was reenacting a scene from her favorite story, where she is to float down the river in a boat, as a beautiful dead maiden. Oh, dramatic Anne, how I do love you. And then, much to her displeasure, the boat springs a leak. Oh, no. She quickly grabs hold of a passing bridge, and waits to be rescued, only to discover her rescuer turns out to be none other then (gasp!) her arch enemy Gilbert Blyth (the rascal!). Anne enters into the water as an overly dramatic teenager, and reemerges a much wetter overly dramatic teenager with a new sense of humility. She's also opened her mind to the idea that Gilbert could maybe, possibly, however unlikely, but perhaps be... a good guy? Yeah. He is. And he's not too bad to look at either. But Anne is still determined to beat him academically, and that's NOT negotiable.
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