Think about entertainment as a method of control in The Hunger Games. How does the king’s method of administering justice relate?
The king and the Capitol both have the same role of them making rules and doing things they think is right and would make them happy. Also, the Capitol and the king both like watching people get hurt and are both very self absorbed and arrogant.
How might schadenfreude play a role in the king’s method of administering justice?
The king is happy watching people die or marry someone else they don't love and it only makes him happy and the townspeople don't like it and are against it but they have no choice but to listen to him.
Is the king’s method of administering justice fair?
I think it is unfair because it makes people have to die for no reason and make people like the princess watch their lovers marry someone else or die. Both of the options are not great specially if you love someone else.
Which is the stronger emotion: love or jealousy? Do you think love or jealousy is a stronger emotion for the princess? Why?
I think jealousy because the princess couldn't think about how happy she would if her lover is alive she could only think about the lady and them having to get married.
What are some characteristics of the princess?
very pretty, overprotective, and demanding
What is the young man accused of?
he was occused of loving the kings daughter and was the first on to do so.
though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled,
He had decent ideas, but when he told people they were confused
I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all—ha! ha!
Is there security cameras?
e shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
Why did he shriek once? I would of been screaming until the neighbors heard.
I did not hear him lie down.
He was probably so creeped out he could not even fall asleep.
I felt the extent of my own powers—of my sagacity.
Your powers? You mean how evil and cruel you are?
that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
thats very creepy why did you choose this specific man?
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
You are definitely crazy wow did not expect that!
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me.
is the bad idea about the old man? if he was never mean to you then why do you have a bad idea about him?
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease — of the joy that kills.
This ending was not what I was expecting and very sad
Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.
What if she was doing it on purpose?
And yet she had loved him — sometimes. Often she had not.
When was sometimes and why?
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.
she feels very hopeless because her husband was the love of her life and she just lost him and will never see him again.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences;
How did the sister know about the husbands death before the wife did?
To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o'clock of a misty evening in November,
this is the setting of the story
"Walking!" "Just walking," he said simply, but his face felt cold. "Walking, just walking, walking?"
it sounds very suspicious
"Business or profession?" "I guess you'd call me a writer." "No profession,"
do they not consider writing as a business or profession?
If he closed his eyes and stood very still, frozen, he could imagine himself upon the center of a plain, a wintry, windless Arizona desert with no house in a thousand miles, and only dry river beds, the streets, for company.
does he do this stuff every night? And if not then why did he do it?
"Hello, in there," he whispered to every house on every side as he moved.
i am little confused about why he would whisper to every house. Does he know the people that lived in the houses?
to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr. Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do.
When did he start liking to do that?