Little Sadness

Raymond Carver's story "Little Things" was probably one of the saddest stories I've ever read, and it wasn't even long! My initial reaction to the story was curiosity; I wondered about this arguing couple and what it was that had caused their drift. As I continued reading I began to feel a certain sense of dread when they began arguing about the baby. My dread turned to anger and then finally to shock. The ending of the story was horrible. I was disgusted, angry, shocked, and repulsed at this couple who in their selfishness ended up destroying an innocent life.

One of the strongest literary devices Carver used was that of imagery. You could see the man as he "pushed" his clothing into his suitcase, auditory imagery when it came to the women screaming at him to leave, and more visual imagery as we saw the couple bring upon the death of their baby. Carver also used ambiguity in regards to the reason for the couples break up. There's a small sense of irony to the story as well; both the man and woman were fighting to keep the baby and in the end neither of them was able to keep it. 

Flowers of the Sea

I was at a funeral home on yesterday and as I was walking around daydreaming, I noticed all the pretty flowers people had put on the graves of their loved ones. Gazing at the flower,s I remembered that in the story "The Sea of Lost Time" flowers were very important to some of the characters and that Jacob's wife could be seen swimming in the ocean with flowers from all over the world trailing after her. I took a picture of these flowers because, they were all very different and very pretty.

To Conform or Not to Conform, That is the question!

I've been a rhinoceros many times in my life and I'm not proud of it. The one time I truly do regret doing so however, happened during a fight with a friend. The group of friends I hang out with were having problems with another member, problems I was never there to witness, and without even talking to my friend I sided with the overall group because, that's what everyone was doing at the time. I let myself be influenced and conformed to their beliefs and ideas.


I would like to say I've been a Berenger may times in life but sadly it is not so. There have been a couple of instances and whenever they happen I am always happy. The most recent one I can remember also had something to do with a friend. He can be very overbearing sometimes and hard to deal with although he is not a bad person. Two of my friends had problems with him for whatever reason and whenever he wasn't there they would say things I considered judgmental. My other friends would stay quiet and let them rant but one day I got fed up with them and told them straight out that what they were doing was wrong and they should stop. I was really happy that time because, I didn't stay quiet and followed what I believed to be right!