Which is the stronger emotion: love or jealousy? Do you think love or jealousy is a stronger emotion for the princess? Why?
I think love is a stronger emotion because the princess just wants to do what's best for the man and nit put him through pain and suffering.
What are some characteristics of the princess?
The princess is described as being beautiful, commanding, arrogant and passionate.
What is the young man accused of?
The young man is accused because he is the first one to ever like the kings daughter and that is extremely risky because he is such a powerful man.
Think about entertainment as a method of control in The Hunger Games. How does the king’s method of administering justice relate?
The king's method of administering justice is similar to the Hungar Games. The Hungar Games uses entertainment as a weapon and so does this story. I think they use admitting justice as entertainment as well. I think the king is trying to show he is in charge and he will ruin your life if he has to. He wants to show that he hold the dominance and that you should not commit a crime so this will not happen. Everyone is under his control and he trying to show that if they step out of line there fait is in the kings hands.
How might schadenfreude play a role in the king’s method of administering justice?
Schadenfreude does play a role in king's method of administering justice. The king is the one who feels this because he gets to feel joy from these experiences. The king is happy when people fail in life and commit a crime. He also feels happy about the consequences that happen to them because he feels in his mind that these to punishments are both equal and fair. They are not equal and fair and he should not take peoples failer to life as entertainment.
Is the king’s method of administering justice fair?
I do not think the king's method of administering justice is fair because if someone commited a very bad crime they would still be able to live and maybe commit another one. While someone else who might have not committed such a terrible crime might be eaten by a tiger and will not live.
was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance.
wanted to give an opportunity to each person who came to the court
nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places.
Wants to make his kingdom perfect and not have mistakes in it
though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled,
This means he took suggestions but still his laws were to hard to comprehend
vehemently;
vehemently means to have a great passion for something
own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
He is trying not to be suspicious and cause any attention to what he as done.
perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
Spotted by neighbors will they arrest him?
came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart,—for what had I now to fear?
Why is he answering the door he is going to get in more trouble if he does?
could have detected any thing wrong.
Trying to cover up what he did so no one see's. Will he get away with it?
His eye would trouble me no more.
He did this all because of eyes, and now he finally gets what he wanted? Will the protagonist die as well?
And now a new anxiety seized me—the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only.
See each other and the man is confused. What will happen? The man is brave now?
I could maintain the ray upon the eye.
does he need to be consistent for it to work?
It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
Man is mad and the protagonist is in for trouble
fell full upon the vulture eye.
Eyes are not closed and light is reflecting on them. WIll the man see?
had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim.
protagonist is in the shadows haunting him but the man does not know. What will the man do? What will the protagonist do? Will they clash?
I knew it was the groan of mortal terror.
The man is scared and does not know what to do
I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening;—just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
The man is on watch but even though he is the protagonist is still trying to finish his plan. The man eyes are open now so this is his chance.
I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back—but no.
Not being smart and he is determined
sagacity.
sagacity means wisdom
Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers
He never saw how powerful he could be and how evil. Will he feel regret for doing this?
I looked in upon him while he slept.
Will he eventually give up? Will he be spotted? Is the protagonist the evil one and the man is just a man?
but his Evil Eye.
He is going crazy over eyes. What is the harm of those eyes? Why does he think they look evil?
but I found the eye always closed;
No damage on the man but will it damage the protagonist? Will his eyes become vulnerable because of the light?
would a madman have been so wise as this,
Keeps referring to himself as a madman.
cunningly
cunning means clever or elusive
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded—with what caution—with what foresight—with what dissimulation I went to work!
He is going crazy. Is he delusional? What reinforced this idea in his head? Will he back out?
rid myself of the eye forever.
Is this fair? Is he doing something he should not? Will he get caught? Will he be in trouble?
eye!
Why his eyes? Do they anger him? Do they remind him of a bad memory? Is that a good reason to hate someone?
Object there was none. Passion there was none.
No reason for thinking how he is thinking, and this person did nothing but why does he have this Idea. If it is a bad idea was it caused by desensitization? Will will the idea sseem more ok after a while?
idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.
Bad idea. What will he do with it? Should he hide it or tell someone? Will he go through with the Idea
The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them.
They think this person will not be as aware, just cause something happened does not mean you are different then how you used to be. Even though something happened it made them better.
Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own.
Lonely like in the Pedestrian.
A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.
Feels she is doing something bad. It is making her feel better so is there something wrong with that? Now that she sees it will she be able to understand? Is there a message?
"free, free, free!"
Why is she saying free? Was something restricting her?
approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will — as powerless as her
Needs to fight off. What is this thing? Is it mentally or Physically?
tumultuously.
tumultuously means loud and confusing sound
coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name.
There is a hidden message, will she figure out what it is? Does she feel like somthing is wrong? Is there a sign somewhere?
dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
She has changed from how she has used to be. Will she be able to find a happier self? will she always be this way? what is she thinkingking about? Is she regretting something she may have done? How will she live her life?
fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength.
How she used to be before this tragic event happen. This event has changed her.
new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
This description of nature is trying to show that there is light at the other end of the tunnel and she will make it through these hard times. She is not happy about it but life is get better and she needs to understand there are people there to help her through it.
aquiver
aquiver means to tremble or shake.
paralyzed inability to accept its significance.
She can not except it just like Richard. She never thought it could happen to her but it did. She had never felt it herself she had only saw it.
had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
Richard does not want to believe that his friend died because he wishes it were not so. Is he sad for his wife? Will she be able to take the news? Will he act differently from know on?
Mr. Leonard Mead
main character
The street was silent and long and empty, with only his shadow moving like the shadow
I agree that he feels lonely.
"That's my house,"
He pass's his house and he is probably sad he can not go back to his soft and warm nice lit house.
but this one particular house had all of its electric lights brightly lit, every window a loud yellow illumination, square and warm in the cool darkness.
All Leonard wanted was someone to be have conversation with, to be his friends with and someone to make him feel like someone happy and special inside.
To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies."
Where is this place? What are they going to do there? Is it ok for the police to do this?
"Now if you had a wife to give you an alibi," said the iron voice. "But-" "Where are you taking me?"
The police officer is rubbing in his face that he does not have anyone to get him out and he is lonely so that is a reason to bring him in. This is not fair to Leonard.
"Wait a minute, I haven't done anything!" "Get in."
No rules were broken but the police do not like his excuse or ids that it? Is he doing it for another reason? The police are not being fair and it is there job to be equal to everyone. Are they using there power aginst him for not reason but to be powerful?
"Have you done this often?" "Every night for years."
Does walking give him peace and comfort? Does it make him happy? Has he done it every night since he lost his job to clear his mind?
"And you have a viewing screen in your house to see with?" "No."
Is this why he was asking other people what was going on in the news? Is he just trying to be informed or is he being creepy?
"Nobody wanted me," said Leonard Mead with a smile. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to!"
Lonely and no one to help keep him company. Why is he not liked? Has he done something bad?
"Walking where? For what?" "Walking for air. Walking to see."
Needs to be outside to see things. Is he scared of being out during the day? Is there a reason for it?
"What are you doing out?" "Walking," said Leonard Mead.
Needs a Purpose for going out and doing things. This is like the Giver were they can not leave there homes at night.
Magazines and books didn't sell any more.
New traditions and and custom are created.
"Business or profession?" "I guess you'd call me a writer."
Leonard is somewhat of a writer but for who? Does he need to have a reason for being out of his house at night?
Mr. Leonard Mead
This is the main characters name.
rare, incredible thing; in a city of three million, there was only one police car left, wasn't that correct? Ever since a year ago, 2052, the election year, the force had been cut down from three cars to one. Crime was ebbing; there was no need now for the police, save for this one lone car wandering and wandering the empty streets.
Leonard Mead did something he was not supposed to. But what is it? Is it a controversial law?
"Stand still. Stay where you are! Don't move!"
Are they the police? Why is he getting in trouble? Is there a law we do not know about? Are people supposed to be in the homes at night? Is this why he was getting looks?
then drawn toward it.
why is there one car? What is this person n doing? Why is he drawn to the light? Is he looking for someone to talk to? Is this his only hope?
highways, too, were like streams in a dry season, all stone and bed and moon radiance.
Simile being used to compare the streets at night and how they look. Gives good description to setting.
During the day it was a thunderous surge of cars, the gas stations open, a great insect rustling and a ceaseless jockeying for position as the scarabbeetles, a faint incense puttering from their exhausts, skimmed homeward to the far directions.
During the day there are people but at night it is vacant. Why is it vacant at night? Are they afraid of something?
he had never met another person walking, not once in all that time.
Sine this man is the only one walking he is lonely. But will he find someone else? Why does he walk? Is there a purpose? Why is he the only one walking?
"What is it now?" he asked the houses, noticing his wrist watch. "Eight-thirty P.M.? Time for a dozen assorted murders? A quiz? A revue? A comedian falling off the stage?"
Does he not know what to do? Why is he thinking about bad things happening instead of good? Does this make his feel better?
"Hello, in there," he whispered to every house on every side as he moved. "What's up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9? Where are the cowboys rushing, and do I see the United States Cavalry over the next hill to the rescue?"
When he wispers is he yurning for conversation? Does he not know what is going on in the world because he is not able to listen r watch a TV? What else is going on in the world during this time? Does it have to do with his postion in life?
his journey in a westerly direction, toward the hidden sea.
Why is he going to the hidden sea? Is there something or someone there? Is this a memory spot? How does he know it is here?
aces appear and an entire street be startled by the passing of a lone figure, himself, in the early November evening.
He is different so people are scared. He is alone and that makes all the difference to these people. A question I had was does he only go out in November or does he go out in other months too? Is this a new occurrence that they see this man? Has he not pondered these streets before?
And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to walking through a graveyard where only the faintest glimmers of firefly light appeared
He did not have as much as the other people in town. Did he want to be like them? Is he jealous because they all have families in those homes and he is by himself? Is this difference ok and did he choose it?
but it really made no difference; he was alone in this world of A.D. 2053, or as good as alone, and with a final decision made, a path selected, he would stride off, sending patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar.
I think this quote is explaining he has no one to comfort him or tell him what to do. He is also saying whatever path he goes on will not matter because there is no difference and they are both the same and both lead to loneliness.