Redbeard - Chapters 11-19
From Chapter 12 -
"They say that the best dog will turn cross if he be kept chained all the time, and it was the same with the man; he had not a thing to do all day but lie and curse his fate, and the time came when he wanted to curse everything."
If all you did all day was lay around, you'd eventually come to the realization that you weren't accomplishing anything. And then you'd be really mad at your situation and the world that put you in that situation. I can totally understand what Sinclair's talking about here. The book just keeps getting more and more heartbreaking. You really want to see Jurgis and his family succeed, but it's like a slow-motion car crash. It's more terrible every second, and you can't look away.
From Chapter 13 -
albumen - any of a class of simple, sulfur-containing, water-soluble proteins that coagulate when heated, occurring in egg white, milk, blood, and other animal and vegetable tissues and secretions.
From Chapter 14 -
"For it was the custom, as they found, whenever meat was so spoiled that it could not be used for anything else, either to can it or else to chop it up into sausage."
Ugh. We had brats for dinner tonight. I'm going to go throw up.
"Yet the soul of Ona was not dead – the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; and now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times. The gates of memory would roll open – old joys would stretch out their arms to them, old hopes and dreams would call to them, and they would stir beneath the burden that lay upon them, and feel its forever immeasurable weight. They could not even cry out beneath it; but anguish would seize them, more dreadful than the agony of death. It was a thing scarcely to be spoken – a thing never spoken by all the world, that will not know its own defeat."
"Once she cried aloud, and woke Jurgis, who was tired and cross. After that she learned to weep silently – their moods so seldom came together now! It was as if their hopes were buried in separate graves."
So depressing. I can't imagine wanting to live if I were in that situation.
When reading chapters 14-19, I didn't make any notations. I couldn't put the book down while I read those chapter, it was so compelling. I've got to stop here because if I go onto the next section, it might spoil some of the story for you.
"They say that the best dog will turn cross if he be kept chained all the time, and it was the same with the man; he had not a thing to do all day but lie and curse his fate, and the time came when he wanted to curse everything."
If all you did all day was lay around, you'd eventually come to the realization that you weren't accomplishing anything. And then you'd be really mad at your situation and the world that put you in that situation. I can totally understand what Sinclair's talking about here. The book just keeps getting more and more heartbreaking. You really want to see Jurgis and his family succeed, but it's like a slow-motion car crash. It's more terrible every second, and you can't look away.
From Chapter 13 -
albumen - any of a class of simple, sulfur-containing, water-soluble proteins that coagulate when heated, occurring in egg white, milk, blood, and other animal and vegetable tissues and secretions.
From Chapter 14 -
"For it was the custom, as they found, whenever meat was so spoiled that it could not be used for anything else, either to can it or else to chop it up into sausage."
Ugh. We had brats for dinner tonight. I'm going to go throw up.
"Yet the soul of Ona was not dead – the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; and now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times. The gates of memory would roll open – old joys would stretch out their arms to them, old hopes and dreams would call to them, and they would stir beneath the burden that lay upon them, and feel its forever immeasurable weight. They could not even cry out beneath it; but anguish would seize them, more dreadful than the agony of death. It was a thing scarcely to be spoken – a thing never spoken by all the world, that will not know its own defeat."
"Once she cried aloud, and woke Jurgis, who was tired and cross. After that she learned to weep silently – their moods so seldom came together now! It was as if their hopes were buried in separate graves."
So depressing. I can't imagine wanting to live if I were in that situation.
When reading chapters 14-19, I didn't make any notations. I couldn't put the book down while I read those chapter, it was so compelling. I've got to stop here because if I go onto the next section, it might spoil some of the story for you.
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