Lost Generation Quotes 2

The two female cousins came at once. They held the funeral on the second day, with the town coming to look at Miss Emily beneath a mass of bought flowers, with the crayon face of her father musing profoundly above the bier and the ladies sibilant and macabre; and the very old men --some in their brushed Confederate uniforms--on the porch and the lawn, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottle-neck of the most recent decade of years.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -First Person narrative from point of view of town -Association with the old as people look to the past with nostalgia. Time vanishes after death and we account fro time after death but it is a distortion since the past is never dead -Faulkner manipulates the time with the five sections to show the past is always alive -Description of the room is a tableau and Barron is "cuckolded" which means someone slept with his wife but in this case he is cuckolded with death as his face is grimace

Daily, monthly, yearly we watched the Negro grow grayer and more stooped, going in and out with the market basket. Each December we sent her a tax notice, which would be returned by the post office a week later, unclaimed. Now and then we would see her in one of the downstairs windows--she had evidently shut up the top floor of the house--like the carven torso of an idol in a niche, looking or not looking at us, we could never tell which. Thus she passed from generation to generation--dear, inescapable, impervious, tranquil, and perverse.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -First Person narrative from point of view of town -The words are loaded at the end of the paragraph but there is something contradictory about all of it and Emily is someone who is dear but also un-penetrated- with the title of the story, the rose fro emily is suggestive of love as the town gave a tribute to her -Necrophelia tone here and Dahli inspired this as the room is composed of a tableau of death as everything seen is made of death and everything is a creative tableau of death

At first we were glad that Miss Emily would have an interest, because the ladies all said, "Of course a Grierson would not think seriously of a Northerner, a day laborer." But there were still others, older people, who said that even grief could not cause a real lady to forget noblesse oblige- - without calling it noblesse oblige. They just said, "Poor Emily. Her kinsfolk should come to her." She had some kin in Alabama; but years ago her father had fallen out with them over the estate of old lady Wyatt, the crazy woman, and there was no communication between the two families. They had not even been represented at the funeral.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -First person narrative from point of view of town -Everyone looks to nobility but there is none as it is a matter of being a landowner versus those who are not

That was when people had begun to feel really sorry for her. People in our town, remembering how old lady Wyatt, her great-aunt, had gone completely crazy at last, believed that the Griersons held themselves a little too high for what they really were. None of the young men were quite good enough for Miss Emily and such. We had long thought of them as a tableau, Miss Emily a slender figure in white in the background, her father a spraddled silhouette in the foreground, his back to her and clutching a horsewhip, the two of them framed by the back-flung front door. So when she got to be thirty and was still single, we were not pleased exactly, but vindicated; even with insanity in the family she wouldn't have turned down all of her chances if they had really materialized.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -First person narrator (the community) describes Emily and her family -There is mental instability in her family- word "tableau" captures the essence of emotion and is a type of technique used as something that is interchangeable. Comes from French theater where a scene acts as an artificial living thing- writers write around this -Image of a horse whip that is suggestive of using something fro riding but her father was controlling and the south rode itself in to the ground because of slavery and its dependence of its honor

So SHE vanquished them, horse and foot, just as she had vanquished their fathers thirty years before about the smell.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -Narrator is describing Emily -word "vanquished" is emphasized because it symbolizes defeat and the origin of the word comes from Medieval Old English

Time was when all a man had to do was just farm eleven and a half months, and hunt the other half.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of boy -The narrator's mom and dad left and Mister Ernest takes him in and he goes to school at the end of the story. -Past turns in to the present and we speculate on the narrators bias as we get a vernacular that is understandable with repetitions of phrases but the notion that there is 11 1/2 months of farming but he sees it as one half mirrors the others

They rose when she entered--a small, fat woman in black, with a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a tarnished gold head. Her skeleton was small and spare; perhaps that was why what would have been merely plumpness in another was obesity in her. She looked bloated, like a body long submerged in motionless water, and of that pallid hue. Her eyes, lost in the fatty ridges of her face, looked like two small pieces of coal pressed into a lump of dough as they moved from one face to another while the visitors stated their errand.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -Narrator is the community but each generation is a different narrator. Here, they are describing Emily. -This is in section I and is limited omniscience but section II changes to first person so the townspeople take in more of an identity -Emily and Gentle South- A lot of things in the south were done in the name of honor as a lady is in the offering is a symbol fro men to aspire to -earthly woman emphasized a code of conduct and things were done fro no logical reason but are part of a tradition as Emily is part of a gentile, noble family -This is having an effect on her as the writing has a gothic tone since a dead body in the water looks different as the body swells up. This was inspired by Dahli since there is a bloated essence of a body that expands when it is a corpse that is put in water -Can't see the watch at the gold chain since it is beneath her clothing and shows how the passage of time vanished to the point where there is almost no passage of time

So we were not surprised when Homer Barron--the streets had been finished some time since--was gone. We were a little disappointed that there was not a public blowing-off, but we believed that he had gone on to prepare for Miss Emily's coming, or to give her a chance to get rid of the cousins. (By that time it was a cabal, and we were all Miss Emily's allies to help circumvent the cousins.) Sure enough, after another week they departed. And, as we had expected all along, within three days Homer Barron was back in town. A neighbor saw the Negro man admit him at the kitchen door at dusk one evening.

-A Rose fro Emily, Faulkner -First Person narrative from point of view of town -Homer Barron is a caring and liked man but belonged to a men's social club. Timeline is manipulated but when he comes back he was never seen again. The town makes up their decisions and assume there is a public blowing off -"Cabal" was a fraternity of men with an agenda and uses loaded words to apply to the heritage of the south as it becomes a force in its own right but all we know is everyone is developing their own narratives

The sun came through the open window and shone through the beer bottles on the table. The bottles were half full. There was a little froth on the beer in the bottles, not much because it was very cold. It collared up when you poured it into the tall glasses. I looked out of the open window at the white road. The trees beside the road were dusty. Beyond was a green field with a stream. There were trees along the stream and a mill with a water wheel. Through the open side of the mill I saw a long log and a saw in it rising and falling. No one seemed to be tending it. There were four crows walking in the green field. One crow sat in a tree watching. Outside on the porch the cook got off his chair and passed into the hall that led back into the kitchen. Inside, the sunlight shone through the empty glasses on the table. John was leaning forward with his head on his arms

-Fathers and Sons, Hemingway, Nick Adams -Nick narrates this scene as he and John arrive at an inn, and, after greeting the owner, who gives them their mail, they go inside to drink beer while they read the accumulated post. -Some mental processes of focusing on tiny aspects of things to look fro slight variations and repetitions are reflected in the word choice in this passage

"Don't you think we might all be buried at a convenient place? We could all be buried in France. That would be fine." "I don't want to be buried in France," Nick said. "Well, then, we'll have to get some convenient place in America. Couldn't we all be buried out at the ranch?" "That's an idea." "Then I could stop and pray at the tomb of my grandfather on the way to the ranch." "You're awfully practical." "Well, I don't feel good never to have even visited the tomb of my grandfather." "We'll have to go," Nick said. "I can see we'll have to go."

-Fathers and Sons, Hemingway, Nick Adams -This is a conversation between Nick and his son, but Nick claims he can't remember what his father (the child's grandson) was like -Fathers and sons is more autobiographical fro Hemingway that shows repetition of cycle in the offspring- something ritualistic from children asking parents a lot of questions -Focus on death that will parentally come up and Nick remembers his father with an emphasis on his masculinity

He was feeling exalted and talkative as football players are in the dressing room after a game. 'That's one for the medical journal, George,' he said. 'Doing a Caesarian with a jack-knife and sewing it up with nine-foot, tapered gut leaders.' Uncle George was standing against the wall, looking at his arm.

-Hemingway, Indian Camp, Nick Adams Stories -Nick is describing his father, which is followed by dialogue coming from his father -In the aftermath of a successful C-section on an Indian woman giving birth, Nicks father talks like a football player after a big game. -Nicks father was only worried about his hands before the procedure and does not want to touch the dirty Indian blanket but in the aftermath of it all, everything becomes dirty -He can treat her like an animal since she is an Indian and is less intelligent in his eyes- dark side of Darwin

They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass jumped, making a circle in the water. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning. In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

-Hemingway, Indian Camp, Nick Adams Stories -Nick is describing the scene of him and his father in the boat -He has seen death, suicide and claims that he will never die. He is reacting in a way that his father would want him to react but it is important to remember that he is still just a child -He is hoping to get a small amount of escape from the harsh realities of life for a brief moment by focusing on the feeling of the water

"You mean he give me to you?" I said. "Who cares?" he said. "Come on. I brought a lock for the door. We'll send the pickup back tomorrow for whatever you want."

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -A lot of people who arrive in the south are indentured servants so the following dialogue is a response from a slave or indentured servant and see's himself as socially determined to be a servant to Mister Ernest.

Those were the same Austrians they killed then that he skied with later. No not the same. Hans, that he skied with all that year, had been in the Kaiser Jagers and when they went hunting hares together up the little valley above the saw-mill they had talked of the fighting on Pasubio and of the attack on Perticara and Asalone and he had never written a word of that. Nor of Monte Corona, nor the Sette Communi, nor of Arsiero. How many winters had he lived in the Vorarlberg and the Arlberg? It was four and then he remembered the man who had the fox to sell when they had walked into Bludenz, that time to buy presents, and the cherry-pit taste of good kirsch, the fast-slipping rush of running powder-snow on crust, singing ''Hi! Ho! said Rolly!' ' as you ran down the last stretch to the steep drop, taking it straight, then running the orchard in three turns and out across the ditch and onto the icy road behind the inn. Knocking your bindings loose, kicking the skis free and leaning them up against the wooden wall of the inn, the lamplight coming from the window, where inside, in the smoky, new-wine smelling warmth, they were playing the accordion.

-Hemingway, Snows of Kilimanjaro -Flashback that Harry is having -Austrians taught him how to ski and post-war, you could live in Europe fro a while until it was time to come home- Former enemy is no longer an enemy so you can ski with people you shot at last month -He recalls a vivid scene as Hemingway learned to ski well from post-war experience he had in Italy -Idea of having a unique skiing experience, he decides to go off hill skiing, where you have to keep your pace and not get hit

The boys had picked up the cot and carried it around the green tents and down along the rock and out onto the plain and along past the smudges that were burning brightly now, the grass all consumed, and the wind fanning the fire, to the little plane. It was difficult getting him in, but once in he lay back in the leather seat, and the leg was stuck straight out to one side of the seat where Compton sat. Compton started the motor and got in. He waved to Helen and to the boys and, as the clatter moved into the old familiar roar, they swung around with Compie watching for warthog holes and roared, bumping, along the stretch between the fires and with the last bump rose and he saw them all standing below, waving, and the camp beside the hill, flattening now, and the plain spreading, clumps of trees, and the bush flattening, while the game trails ran now smoothly to the dry waterholes, and there was a new water that he had never known of. The zebra, small rounded backs now, and the wildebeeste, big-headed dots seeming to climb as they moved in long fingers across the plain, now scattering as the shadow came toward them, they were tiny now, and the movement had no gallop, and the plain as far as you could see, gray-yellow now and ahead old Compie's tweed back and the brown felt hat. Then they were over the first hills and the wildebeeste were trailing up them, and then they were over mountains with sudden depths of green-rising forest and the solid bamboo slopes, and then the heavy forest again, sculptured into peaks and hollows until they crossed, and hills sloped down and then another plain, hot now, and purple brown, bumpy with heat and Compie looking back to see how he was riding. Then there were other mountains dark ahead. And then instead of going on to Arusha they turned left, he evidently figured that they had the gas, and looking down he saw a pink sifting cloud, moving over the ground, and in the air, like the first snow in at ii blizzard, that comes from nowhere, and he knew the locusts were coming, up from the South. Then they began to climb and they were going to the East it seemed, and then it darkened and they were in a storm, the rain so thick it seemed like flying through a waterfall, and then they were out and Compie turned his head and grinned and pointed and there, ahead, all he could see, as wide as all the world, great, high, and unbelievably white in the sun, was the square top of Kilimanjaro. And then he knew that there was where he was going.

-Hemingway, Snows of Kilimanjaro -Harry is imagining himself being airlifted away from the mountain -Getting him on to a plane is done in a ritualistic fashion (step-by-step process) but he also did not expect to be rescued. Inclusion to detail makes the reader question how this could be happening- plane advances to other mountains and passes over Kilimanjaro to see it as a square top that can be seen from any dimension -This is the main character dying and has a dream sequence that he is reaching the summit- connected to the idea that the summit is the house of G

She shot very well this good, this rich bitch, this kindly caretaker and destroyer of his talent. Nonsense. He had destroyed his talent himself. Why should he blame this woman because she kept him well? He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook. What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his talent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil. It was strange, too, wasn't it, that when he fell in love with another woman, that woman should always have more money than the last one? But when he no longer was in love, when he was only lying, as to this woman, now, who had the most money of all, who had all the money there was, who had had a husband and children, who had taken lovers and been dissatisfied with them, and who loved him dearly as a writer, as a man, as a companion and as a proud possession; it was strange that when he did not love her at all and was lying, that he should be able to give her more for her money than when he had really loved.

-Hemingway, Snows of Kilimanjaro -Harry is thinking to himself -Harry is hard on himself and criticizes himself. He is not able to put himself out of this and can't write about it. It was a safari that went terribly and cuts himself on barbed wire, developing gangrene -Ironic since he was in WWI and never got cut with barbed wire then

She didn't drink so much, now, since she had him. But if he lived he would never write about her, he knew that now. Nor about any of them. The rich were dull and they drank too much, or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He remembered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how some one had said to Julian, Yes, they have more money. But that was not humorous to Julian. He thought they were a special glamourous race and when he found they weren't it wrecked him just as much as any other thing that wrecked him.

-Hemingway, Snows of Kilimanjaro -Harry talking int he first person -All kinds of topical references but the line about the rich came from Fitzgerald. It had become a popularized comment

He swung the hook on which the two worms curled out over the water and dropped it gently in so that it sank, swirling in the fast water, and he lowered the tip of the willow pole to let the current take the line and the baited hook under the bank. He felt the line straighten and a sudden heavy firmness. He swung the throbbing, jerking pull that did not yield as he pulled. Then it yielded, rising in the water with the line. There was a heavy wildness of movement in the narrow, deep current, and the trout was torn out of the water, and flopping in the air, sailed over Nick's shoulder and onto the bank behind him. Nick saw him shine in the sun and then he found him where he was tumbling in the ferns. He was strong and heavy in Nick's hand and he had a pleasant smell and Nick saw how dark his back was and how brilliant his spots were colored and how bright the edges of his fins were. They were white on the edge with a black line behind and then there was the lovely golden sunset color of his belly. Nick held him in his right hand and he could just reach around him.

-Hemingway, The Nick Adam's Stories, The Last Good Country -Third person narrative describing Nick -He has a respect and awe of nature but the practical point is that he has hurt him so he has to kill him. Better to hunt out of season and be respectful than to hunt in season and be disrespectful -Balance in nature of doing things in a way to not destroy a population but to keep the balance of an ecosystem.

He climbed the steep road with the skis on his shoulder, kicking his heel nails into the icy footing. He heard George breathing and kicking in his heels just behind him. They stacked the skis against the side of the inn and slapped the snow off each other's trousers, stamped their boots clean, and went in. Inside it was quite dark. A big porcelain stove shone in the corner of the room. There was a low ceiling. Smooth benches back of dark, wine-stained tables were along each side of the rooms. Two Swiss sat over their pipes and two decies of cloudy new wine next to the stove. The boys took off their jackets and sat against the wall on the other side of the stove. A voice in the next room stopped singing and a girl in a blue apron came in through the door to see what they wanted to drink.

-Nick Adams, Hemingway, Cross Country Snow -Third person narrative of Nick and John coming in to the lodge -Exhaustion from skiing and then come in to a warm inn and have a great experience- ritual of talking about a great run but need a form to do it- this is ritualized as there is a right way to enter a lodge

Nick Adams came up past George, big back and blond head still faintly snowy, then his skis started slipping at the edge and he swooped down, hissing in the crystalline powder snow and seeming to float up and drop down as he went up and down the billowing khuds. He held to his left and at the end, as he rushed toward the fence, keeping his knees locked tight together and turning his body like tightening a screw brought his skis sharply around to the right in a smother of snow and slowed into a loss of speed parallel to the hillside and the wire fence. He looked up the hill. George was coming down in telemark position, kneeling; one leg forward and bent, the other trailing; his sticks hanging like some insect's thin legs, kicking up puffs of snow as they touched the surface and finally the whole kneeling, trailing figure coming around in a beautiful right curve, crouching, the legs shot forward and back, the body leaning out against the swing, the sticks accenting the curve like points of light, all in a wild cloud of snow. "I was afraid to Christy," George said, "the snow was too deep. You made a beauty."

-Nick Adams, Hemingway, Cross Country Snow -Third person narrative of Nick and John skiing -When Hemingway writes stories, WWI soldiers came back to the US and were interested in skiing since they learned in Austria how to ski since it was necessary to traveling -A significant experience is described here. Nick has an injury to prevent him from doing skiing but John acknowledges that Nick did a perfect turn but in a different way Christie is having one ski out to make a turn -People skied without poles but poles are used to create balance- looking in to tracks from fresh snow to asses if he did it well or not and John compliments how it is perfect

"Imagine a young fellow like you not to sleep." "I'll get all right. It just takes a while." "You get to get all right. A man can't get along that you don't sleep. Do you worry about anything? You got anything on your mind?"

-Now I Lay Me, Hemingway, Nick Adams Stories -Nick is talking to John about sleeping -Nick is afraid about being alone, as well as going to sleep since he thinks that he could die if he falls asleep again

That night we lay on the floor in the room and I listened to the silk-worms eating. The silk-worms fed in racks of mulberry leaves and all night you could hear them eating and a dropping sound in the leaves. I myself did not want to sleep because I had been living for a long time with the knowledge that if I ever shut my eyes in the dark and let myself go, my soul would go out of my body. I had been that way for a long time, ever since I had been blown up at night and felt it go out of me and go off and then come back. I tried never to think about it, but it had started to go since, in the nights, just at the moment of going off to sleep, and I could only stop it by a very great effort. So while now I am fairly sure that it would not really have gone out, yet then, that summer, I was unwilling to make the experiment.

-Now I lay me, Hemingway, The Nick Adams Stories -Nick is talking in the first person -Hemingway drove an ambulance in WWI but also hit with a shrapnel from a bomb- reflected in Nick Adams has during the war, he would drink a lot at night and in a Winesburg, Ohio sense, is trying to reach out to someone has he thinks he could die tomorrow -Nick gets dressed up as an American to tell people that more like him are coming to the war, but there is not a lot of pride

I heard him roll in his blankets on the straw and then he was very quiet and I listened to him breathing regularly. Then he started to snore. I listened to him snore for a long time and then I stopped listening to him snore and listened to the silk-worms eating. They ate steadily, making a dropping in the leaves. I had a new thing to think about and I lay in the dark with my eyes open and thought of all the girls I had ever known and what kind of wives they would make. It was a very interesting thing to think about and for a while it killed off trout-fishing and interfered with my prayers. Finally, though, I went back to trout-fishing, because I found that I could remember all the streams and there was always something new about them, while the girls, after I had thought about them a few times, blurred and I could not call them into my mind and finally they all blurred and all became rather the same and I gave up thinking about them almost altogether. But I kept on with my prayers and I prayed very often for John in the nights and his class was removed from active service before the October offensive. I was glad he was not there, because he would have been a great worry to me. He came to the hospital in Milan to see me several months after and was very disappointed that I had not yet married, and I know he would feel very badly if he knew that, so far, I have never married. He was going back to America and he was very certain about marriage and knew it would fix up everything.

-Now I lay me, Hemingway, The Nick Adams Stories -Nick is talking in the first person about his friend John -He finally lays down and then he goes over the fishing ritual as he thinks about the silk worm- someone with a near death experience suffers from shell shock. With no sleep, you can hallucinate or have a psychotic breakdown due to a build up of stress from a hormone called cortisol- loose hold on what is going on around him, but not able to make connections anymore -First novel to expand PTSD and explores how the mind races, and further reinforced as when he comes back from the war, he would take up rituals he did as a child

"Or if you're going to set up," Willy Legate said, "why don't you take a spelling book to set up over? ... He knows every cuss word in the dictionary, every poker hand in the deck, and every whisky label in the distillery, but he can't even write his name.... Can you?" he says to me.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of boy -Education is not necessary and he knows what he needs to know. Never called by his name and does not need to write it down since it is not important to him. In social determinism, he can't own property if he can't write his name. -He is no better than an animal in a deterministic concept but someone on the outside tells him he has no social collateral and makes him think that he is nothing

I was in the boat when I seen him. It was jest dust-dark; I had jest fed the horses and clumb back down the bank to the boat and shoved off to cross back to camp when I seen him, about half a quarter up the river, swimming; jest his head above the water, and it no more than a dot in that light. But I could see that rocking chair he toted on it and I knowed it was him, going right back to that canebrake in the fork of the bayou where he lived all year until the day before the season opened, like the game wardens had give him a calendar, when he would clear out and disappear, nobody knowed where, until the day after the season closed. But here he was, coming back a day ahead of time, like maybe he had got mixed up and was using last year's calendar by mistake. Which was jest too bad for him, because me and Mister Ernest would be setting on the horse right over him when the sun rose tomorrow morning.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of boy -In this area you see the wild and weird contradictions of things and Faulkner plays with this as he points to the fact that all humans are animals. Mean't to be confusing but it makes sense in the way he tells the story as he understands the animals and the animals understand him -Living beings that matter in the story are the animals. He assesses the emotional responses from the animals which is greater than the human ones

And sho enough, after a while we heard the dogs; we was walking Dan now to let him blow a while, and we heard them, the sound coming faint up the wind, not running now, but trailing because the big son of a gun had decided a good piece back, probably, to put a end to this foolishness, and picked hisself up and soupled out and put about a mile between hisself and the dogs--until he run up on them other standers from that camp below. I could almost see him stopped behind a bush, peeping out and saying, "What's this? What's this? Is this whole durn country full of folks this morning?" Then looking back over his shoulder at where old Eagle and the others was hollering along after him while he decided how much time he had to decide what to do next.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -Buck has a mythic quality to it and is more desirable so it makes rituals of hunting all the more focused. Lines between humans, deer, and dogs are all blurred as they are all equal to each other -It stands contradictory to European hunts that were ritualized and done by people with money but just as much hunting, rituals were don by this lower class

Like Willy Legate would say, if Eagle jest had a drink of whisky he would ketch that deer; going on, done already gone when we broke out of the thicket and seen the fellers that had done the shooting, five or six of them, squatting and crawling around, looking at the ground and the bushes, like maybe if they looked hard enough, spots of blood would bloom out on the stalks and leaves like frogstools or hawberries.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -Eagle is the dog and performs this action. You would not think that but there are no perspectives from the narrator. It is significant that the dog has a name but the boy does not

"Yes," I said. "Maybe," Mister Ernest said. "The best word in our language, the best of all. That's what mankind keeps going on: maybe. The best days of his life ain't the ones when he said `Yes' beforehand: they're the ones when all he knew to say was `Maybe.' He can't say `Yes' until afterward because he not only don't know it until then, he don't want to know `Yes' until then.... Step in the kitchen and make me a toddy. Then we'll see about dinner."

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -Hope fro the future as "maybe" is different from yes and there is potential fro hope and ability to change -The narrator is convinced he does not need to go anywhere and correlates to "Rose For Emily" as the ritual brings the past to the present. He feels an old feeling like Hemingway as ritualized activity is comforting -Time is distorted as in "Rose fro Emily" there is an attempt to bring the past to life in a mathematical process

Then me and Mister Ernest and Roth Edmonds set the dogs over, with Simon holding Eagle and the other old dogs on leash because the young ones, the puppies, wasn't going nowhere until Eagle let them, nohow. Then me and Mister Ernest got up and I handed him up his pump gun and let Dan's bridle go for him to git rid of the spell of bucking he had to git shut of ever morning until Mister Ernest hit him between the ears with the gun barrel. Then Mister Ernest loaded the gun and give me the stirrup, and I got up behind him and we taken the fire road up toward the bayou, the five big dogs dragging Simon along in front with his single-barrel britchloader slung on a piece of plow line across his back, and the puppies moiling along in ever'body's way. It was light now and it was going to be jest fine; the east already yellow for the sun and our breaths smoking in the cold still bright air until the sun would come up and warm it, and a little skim of ice in the ruts, and ever leaf and twig and switch and even the frozen clods frosted over, waiting to sparkle like a rainbow when the sun finally come up and hit them. Until all my insides felt light and strong as a balloon, full of that light cold strong air, so that it seemed to me like I couldn't even feel the horse's back I was straddle of--jest the hot strong muscles moving under the hot strong skin, setting up there without no weight atall, so that when old Eagle struck and jumped, me and Dan and Mister Ernest would go jest like a bird, not even touching the ground. It was jest fine. When that big old buck got killed today, I knowed that even if he had put it off another ten years, he couldn't 'a picked a better one.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -Link to Faulkner story "The Bear." Camp is a highly ritualized activity in the same way that Hemingway saw it and Faulkner saw hunting camp as a highly ritualized process that re-vitalized people. -Tremendous anticipation here as the boy is aware of being on the horse and in the middle of "it was light now" is repeated -Reminiscent of Hemingway setting up a camp fro the narrator in this story, it is normal as he feels the strongest connection to nature as a child. Has an almost feeling of being merged with the horse as there is a synthesis here and moves as if he is one -Transcendentalists tried to do this as adults and knew children can do this naturally. He plants to earn time to hunt and hunting is rewarding to him

And so the hunting and the farming wasn't two different things at all--they was jest the other side of each other.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -Most people see hunting and farming as different halves but he does not

And that's what he was doing. We went on. It didn't matter to hurry now. There wasn't no sound nowhere; it was that time in the early afternoon in November when don't nothing move or cry, not even birds, the peckerwoods and yellowhammers and jays, and it seemed to me like I could see all three of us--me and Mister Ernest and Dan--and Eagle, and the other dogs, and that big old buck moving through the quiet woods in the same direction, headed for the same place, not running now but walking, that had all run the fine race the best we knowed how, and all three of us now turned like on a agreement to walk back home, not together in a bunch because we didn't want to worry or tempt one another, because what we had all three spent this morning doing was no play-acting jest for fun, but was serious, and all three of us was still what we was--that old buck that had to run, not because he was skeered, but because running was what he done the best and was proudest at; and Eagle and the dogs that chased him, not because they hated or feared him, but because that was the thing they done the best and was proudest at; and me and Mister Ernest and Dan, that run him not because we wanted his meat, which would be too tough to eat anyhow, or his head to hang on a wall, but because now we could go back and work hard for 11 months making a crop, so we would have the right to come back here next November--all three of us going back home now, peaceful and separate, until next year, next time.

-Race at Morning, Faulkner -From the first person point of view of the narrator -One of the most important aspects to a ritual is that it is done in the exact same way every time. Ritualized activities were very detailed so you can count on being able to work hard and have it pay off

Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there. It swirled against the log spires of the bridge. Nick looked down into the clear, brown water, colored from the pebbly bottom, and watched the trout keeping themselves steady in the current with wavering fins. As he watched them they changed their again by quick angles, only to hold steady in the fast water again. Nick watched them a long time.

-The Big Two Hearted River, Hemingway, Nick Adam's Stories -Nick just got off the train coming back from WWI -Trout are trying to move against the current. The word "hold steady" is repeated twice as they try to hold their position -Notices details specifically as he looks down into the moving water. Moving water can be dangerous but it has an effect of distortion while at the same time calming people down. -He is not doing something new, he is doing something he has done multiple times before but it is easy fro him. There is not a lot of stuff being held together in his life right now but this gives him a chance to piece things together

He had wet his hand before he touched the trout, so he would not disturb the delicate mucus that covered him. If a trout was touched with a dry hand, a white fungus attacked the unprotected spot. Years before when he had fished crowded streams, with fly fishermen ahead of him and behind him, Nick had again and again come on dead trout furry with white fungus, drilled against a rock, or floating belly up in some pool. Nick did not like to fish with other men on the river. Unless they were of your party, they spoiled it.

-The Big Two Hearted River, Hemingway, Nick Adams -Third person narration of Nick catching a fish -Human hand can hurt nature and does this as a ritual to maintain the beauty of nature

The ground rose, wooded and sandy, to overlook the meadow, the stretch of river and the swamp. Nick dropped his pack and rod case and looked for a level piece of ground. He was very hungry and he wanted to make his camp before he cooked. Between two jack pines, the ground was quite level. He took the ax out of the pack and chopped out two projecting roots. That leveled a piece of ground large enough to sleep on. He smoothed out the sandy soil with his hand and pulled all the sweet fern bushes by their roots. His hands smelled good from the sweet fern. He smoothed the uprooted earth. He did not want anything making lumps under the blankets. When he had the ground smooth, he spread his blankets. One he folded double, next to the ground. The other two he spread on top.

-The Big Two Hearted River, Hemingway, Nick Adams -Third person point of view of him building a tent -Repetition of the word "smooth" and simple sentence structure to help it go by more easily- in this spot to make camp and he has to smooth it out to sleep in harmony -Smell of sweet ferns is sweet and likes this since it is comforting- part of a deliberate process there he is concentrated in incremental effects that is calming fro him as other thoughts cant get in to his mind and clouds it -Deliberate kind of attempt to complete the task at hand that has a calming effect and allows him to be in the moment

He took a coil of silk line out of a tobacco pouch he carried in the left breast pocket as the willow stick and cut a length that was not quite as long as the willow stick and fastened it to the tip where he had notched it tightly. Then he fastened on a hook that he took from the pouch; then holding the shank on the hook he tested the pull of the line and the bend of the willow. He laid his rod down now and went back to where the trunk of a small birch three, dead fro several years, lay on its side int he grove of birches that bordered the cedars by the stream. He rolled the log over and found several earthworms under it. They were not big. But they were red and lively and he put them in a flat round tin with holes punched in the top that once held Copenhagen snuff. He put some dirt over them and rolled the log back. This was the third year he had found bait at this same place and he had always replaced the log so that it was as he had found it.

-The Nick Adams Stories, Hemingway, The Last Good Country -From the third person point of view: Nick is getting ready to fish but getting ready to fish is highly ritualized -Snuff box- to fish succesfully, need worms to create a new fishing pole- throw yourself into an activity and do things yourself so you can froget about the chaos of the world- people in the future emulate this aspect of Hemingway very closely -Ritualism- repeated words and phrases but can also be done in certain situations that offer a form of escape- we need rituals to connect ourselves to higher beliefs and larger societies- time is valuable and has worth, so we take time out of our days to perform this ritual -Hemingway rituals are quiet but focused activity and becomes the inventor of the secular ritual since this scene alludes to religion but has no religious content

They came from the hot sun of slashings into the shade of great trees. The slashings had run up to the top of a ridge and over then the forest began. They were walking on the brown forest floor now and it was springy and cool under their feet. There were no underbrush and the trunks of the trees rose sixty feet high before there were any branches. It was cool in the shade of the trees and high up in them Nick could hear the breeze that was rising. No sun came through as they walked and Nick knew there would be not sun through the high top branches until nearly noon. His sister put her hand in his and walked close to him.

-The Nick Adams Stories, Hemingway, The Last Good Country -Nick talking about him and his sister walking through the woods -Third person narration but he narrator knows what Nick is feeling to give you the sensory impression that you are walking along the path with them as Nick has totally absorbed the scene as we focus on one moment -Hemingway said this is how we deal with anything troubling just live in the moment and absorb the scene -Trees growing fro years and this is celebrated in American literature, analyzes trees the loggers left behind -Hemingway emulates Emerson in a way as the sister is worried about what will happen to them with the game regulation, but nature offers a redemptive forum

"Ill go through the woods down to the inn beyond the point and sell her the trout" he told his sister. "She ordered them fro dinners tonight. Right now they want more trout dinners than chicken dinners. I don't know why. The trout are in good shape. I gutted them and they're wrapped in cheese-cloth and they'll be cool and fresh. I'll tell her I'm in some trouble with the game wardens and that they're looking fro me and I have to get out of the country fro a while. I'll get her to give me a small skillet and some salt and pepper and some bacon and some shortening and some corn meal. I'll get her to give me a sack to put everything in and I'll get some dried apricots and some prunes and some tea and plenty of matches and a hatchet. But I can only get one blanket. She'll help me because buying trout is just as bad as selling them"

-The Nick Adams Stories, Hemingway, The Last Good Country -Nick talking in the first person -Nick is in the inn with his sister because he killed a deer and the game warden is coming after him since he did it out of season -Nick is supplying the resort with trout and worried if the trout are being treated properly- if you treat it well, it will taste better fro those trying to eat it, making this section an object oriented piece of writing -Nick gets ingredience to help them cook the trout and has a very strong emphasis on materialism -In Michigan, away from technology and has a mythical quality to it since everyone lives in their own unique world

He started down to the stream, holding his rod, the bottle of grasshoppers hung from his neck by a thong tied in half hitches around the neck of the bottle. His landing net hung by a hook from his belt. Over his shoulder was a long flour sack tied at each corner into an ear. The cord went over his shoulder. The sack slapped against his legs. Nick felt awkward and professionally happy with all his equipment hanging: from him. The grasshopper bottle swung against his chest. In his shirt the breast pockets bulged against him with the lunch and the fly book. He stepped into the stream. It was a shock. His trousers clung tight to his legs. His shoes felt the gravel. The water was a rising cold shock. Rushing, the current sucked against his legs. Where he stepped in, the water was over his knees. He waded with the current. The gravel split under his shoes. He looked down at the swirl of water below each leg and tipped up the bottle to get a grasshopper. The first grasshopper gave a jump in the neck of the bottle and went out into the water. He was sucked under in the whirl by Nick's right leg and came to the surface a little way down stream. He floated rapidly, kicking. In a quick circle, breaking the smooth surface of the water, he disappeared. A trout had taken him.

-The Two Big Hearted River, Hemingway, Nick Adams -Third person narrative describing Nick fly fishing -Only gets the grasshoppers that he needs fro the activity as anything else would be a waste. The swamp is described as dirty since the water is dark and you do not see what you are going to catch until it comes out -Somewhat of a difference between a clear moving stream and river

He started a fire with some chunks of pine he got with the ax from a stump. Over the fire he stuck a wire grill, pushing the tour legs down into the ground with his boot. Nick put the frying pan and a can of spaghetti on the grill over the flames. He was hungrier. The beans and spaghetti warmed. Nick stirred them sad mixed them together. They began to bubble, making little bubbles that rose with difficulty to the surface- There was a good smell. Nick got out a bottle of tomato catchup and cut four slices of bread. The little bubbles were coming faster now. Nick sat down beside the fire and lifted the frying pan off. He poured about half the contents out into the tin plate. It spread slowly on the plate. Nick knew it was too hot. He poured on some tomato catchup. He knew the beans and spaghetti were still too hot. He looked at the fire, then at the tent, he was not going to spoil it all by burning his tongue. For years he had never enjoyed fried bananas because he had never been able to wait for them to cool. His tongue was very sensitive. He was very hungry. Across the river in the swamp, in the almost dark, he saw a mist rising. He looked at the tent once more. All right. He took a full spoonful from the plate. "Chrise," Nick said, "Geezus Chrise," he said happily. He ate the whole plateful before he remembered the bread. Nick finished the second plateful with the bread, mopping the plate shiny. He had not eaten since a cup of coffee and a ham sandwich in the station restaurant at St. Ignace. It had been a very fine experience. He had been that hungry before, but had not been able to sat- it. He could have made camp hours before if he had wanted to. There were plenty of good places to camp on the river. But this was good.

-The Two Big Hearted River, Hemingway, Nick Adams -Third person narrative of Nick cooking food -Hemingway is debted to Thoreau because he learned from him that in order to heal, have to go in to nature as there is a sacramental process to it all -Uses a strong phrase that tries to connect to Jesus but the cooking is a ritual as the bread acts as a sponge to clean up every part of his sphagetti dinner- it connects to a secular view but it is not blasphemy

With the ax he slit off a bright slab of pine from one of the stumps and split it into pegs for the tent. He wanted them long and solid to hold in the ground. With the tent unpacked and spread on the ground, the pack, leaning against a jackpine, looked much smaller Nick tied the rope that served the tent for a ridge-pole to the trunk of one of the pine trees and pulled the tent up off the ground with the other end of the rope and tied it to the other pine. The tent hung on the rope like a canvas blanket on a clothesline. Nick poked a pole he had cut up under the back peak of the canvas and then made it a tent by pegging out the sides. He pegged the sides out taut and drove the pegs deep, hitting them down into the ground with the feat of the ax until the rope loops were buried and the canvas was drum tight.

-The Two Big Hearted River, Hemingway, Nick Adams -Third person narrative of him building a tent -Something healing about this kind of activity such as building a tent that allows him to have value in an accomplishment, which is more fro him now more than ever. Do something in a ritualistic movement to develop a sense of achievement as he is not creating a complex and intricate piece of art, he is simply trying to build something to help him survive -When you do something well, in the Hemingway code, it is a fixing process