Which is the stronger emotion: love or jealousy? Do you think love or jealousy is a stronger emotion for the princess? Why?
I think that for the Princess jealousy is the stronger emotion because she can easily get jealous and she was watching someone she knew go into the trail and he had to get married the princess would get really jealous
CONFLICT: What is the young man accused of?
he has been accused for loving the kings daughter
Think about entertainment as a method of control in The Hunger Games. How does the king’s method of administering justice relate?
This relates to the hunger games because it basically puts on a show for the audience. It gives the audience something to look forward too. And finally while the audience is watching they are happy that it isn't them
How might schadenfreude play a role in the king’s method of administering justice?
Schadenfreude might play a role in the kings way of handling things because for the audience this is all entertainment and they get happy to watch what's going to happen to people, and be thankful that it isn;t them
Is the king’s method of administering justice fair?
I personally think that the kings way of administering justice isn't fair because it is giving people a 50/50 chance of survival and it is all luck.
Directly opposite him, on the other side of the inclosed space, were two doors, exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty and the privilege of the person on trial to walk directly to these doors and open one of them.
This is showing that when you go to trial you have two chose between two doors, one is a very sevire punishment, the other isn't something as bad but it's forceful. This way of trial is just giving people a 50/50 chance of survival and it is all based on luck
This vast amphitheater, with its encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages, was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance.
This is giving detail and describing the theater and it is also kind of showing the mood of the story
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric.
This sentence is saying that the man is part barbaric but also normal, who has different types of ideas
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease — of the joy that kills.
That is so sad, and why would the author have both of the main characters die?
"Free! Body and soul free!"
Is she happy that her husband died?
There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself.
Does she have any children, family, or friends she can talk to?
tumultuously.
Word clarification.......
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
This is so sad, it seems as if her husband was the only person she had to love.
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
There was people there to comfort her, and how does her husband die?
He was stone dead.
This is descriptive language
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead.
Did he kill the old man just because of his eye? Why would someone kill someone just because they didn't like something about them
I knew the sound well.
Has this man tried to kill other people before? If not where else does he know the specific sound from?
vexed
Word clarification
was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
Why did this man kill him? He was just all sensitive and now he killed him, was him being sensitive a strategie of somesort?
Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
What is wrong with the old man? What is causing the person to get all freaked out and personal?
Hearken!
Clarification on the word (what does it mean)
The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them
What disease?
And there is air in your house, you have an air conditioner, Mr. Mead?"
Are people not supposed to be out for a walk at this time?
"Stand still. Stay where you are! Don't move!" He halted. "Put up your hands!" "But-" he said. "Your hands up! Or we'll Shoot!"
What did Mr. Leonard Mead do?
He stood entranced, not unlike a night moth, stunned by the illumination, and then drawn toward it.
Who shined the light on him? Is he getting introuble?
Time for a dozen assorted murders?
What is that supposed to mean? Is that supposed to be a joke or is he serious?
The street was silent and long and empty, with only his shadow moving like the shadow of a hawk in midcountry
This shows imigrey and the setting he is in.
"Hello, in there," he whispered to every house on every side as he moved.
Why would he do that? Does he realize that he comes across as creepy?
faces appear and an entire street be startled by the passing of a lone figure, himself, in the early November evening.
Does he like being alone, or Is he scared to be alone?
Mr. Leonard Mead would pause, cock his head, listen, look, and march on, his feet making no noise on the lumpy walk
Is there a specific reason why he walks at night? Is there something that he hopes to see or find?
he was alone in this world of A.D. 2053,
Why is he alone?? Is there anyone else who lives near there or is out at night?
To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o'clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences,
This tells us the setting of the story