The Stupid Children

Their mother was very cruel, yet their father was kind. He was always drinking so their mother was able to take them away. She left them in a dense forest hoping they would not find their way back. She went back home to eat and drink.

            The children wandered around, trying to leave a trail but birds got the best of it. Those damn birds. The children finally found a cottage made of many treats and became very excited and relieved to find someone else in the forest. They had made a stupid decision they would definitely regret. The woman inside fooled them easily and locked them children in a cage.

“Where are we?’ the young girl asked her older brother.

“I don’t know, but we need to get out of here.” The boy was realistic, which would have been helpful before he tried leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in a forest. He should have known animals would get to it.

The woman was actually a witch, and she was boiling a pot to cook the children in. They were not quite sure what she was doing, but it definitely would not be in their favor. They were already locked in a cage. Surprisingly, the woman would randomly feed them candy and pizza. They were not complaining, even though a strange woman was handing them food in a cage. They were stuck for days, and it seemed like all they did was eat. They started looking plump and gross, when the boy finally realized what the steaming pot that had been sitting out was for. The children were being stupid for constantly eating; obviously there was a reason they were locked up.

When the boy had gotten really fat, the woman opened the cage and tried to knock him out.

“Come here kid. It’s time for a real dinner!” Even though he was fat, he was not slow so he moved out of her way and raced out of the cage.

“Get back here you damn boy!” The woman chased after him all the way over to the boiling pot of water, She lunged at him but he moved out of the way (again, did she not learn her lesson?), and she landed in the pot and died instantly.  

The plump kids waddled out of the cottage and found their way back home. They did not even need the stupid breadcrumbs. When they got home, their nasty stepmother had conveniently died and their father had put down a beer to welcome them home. Hansel and Gretel would not go into a candy cottage again, or eat any candy for a while.

            

Lenina's Inner Struggle

I do not understand why he would not want tot be with me. I’m beautiful and wanted by many. I will never comprehend why does he not think the way normal people do, “everyone belongs to everyone else”(Huxley 164). John belongs to me, when I want him to. I can’t help but want to be with him. He comes from such a disgusting, dirty world he should be ecstatic to be free of the filth.

            Henry has been begging me to go to a feely with him, but I cannot stop thinking about John and how different he is. If he did not resist me, I would not feel so esoteric in my feelings. Maybe I should just be with Henry, for I was able to stay with him for months not long ago, which was a strange occurrence in itself. I told Fanny about my lack or desire to be with more than one man, “I hadn’t been feeling very keen on promiscuity lately. There are times when one doesn’t. Haven’t you found that too, Fanny?”(Huxley 43). She minimally sympathized with me but repeated the same phrase I already had engraved in my head, how I was meant for everyone else. That was when my interest had sparked in Bernard to join him to go to the Savage Reservation in the first place.

            I managed to gain Bernard’s liking of me, so why was John so different? I know there has been chaos regarding him lately with what has happened and he fled to the lighthouse. I do not know why he would not go with his friends farther away, but he has always made irrational decisions. Henry and I have been together more often recently and he is fun to take stoma and go to feelies with. He is more normal and to my liking than Bernard and John ever was. Still, I am perplexed and captivated by John’s actions and mystery and how he can resist me even when I throw myself upon him. He constantly recites some quotes from an old book that I know he should not be reading, let alone memorizing.

            With all of the news coverage that John has earned, maybe he will be different and more accessible if I visit him. I can have Henry fly over. I think John will welcome me rather than lash out like he has to the other reporters and visitors he has had. At least he knows me, so maybe I will bring him comfort for I believe that is what he is seeking while living out here. He thinks differently so he does not want to be around everyone else, but he still strives for happiness and comfort, for he is a human being. I aim to bring him that feeling of security and happiness. I wonder if maybe he gas just run out of soma to take. I always had to encourage him to take it in the past, and it can fix any melancholy feeling if one ever did have such emotions, although very rare.

I arrived at John’s new place of residence in frenzy as tons of those rom lower castes shouted, “We-want-the whip!”(Huxley 257). I was confused at to what they were talking about until I saw the man of my intent holding what I assumed was a whip. I stretched out my arms and walked toward him trying to smile, to cheer him up, and to comfort him. He stared at me for a few seconds, he seemed perplexed almost as if he did not recognize me and then suddenly seemed to give in to the crowd as he rushed toward me. I did not know what he was running for: for me, or to hit me. I quickly realized as he raised his weapon inches from my face that he was not taking his soma. I hurried away back toward Henry and rushed out of there.

John is definitely a strange man and I do not think I ever will be able to truly be with him. I will never understand someone who does not like feelies or soma, how could someone not want to be happy? I think I will hang out with someone new tonight for I know in my heart the right think to do is to be with as many people as I could possibly want. After all, everyone belongs to everyone else.

Works Cited

Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World. New York: Harper & Bros., 1946. Print.

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Victor Frankenstein and the monster develop into similar characters once Victor falls, yet throughout the story each represent different movements at that time. Victor makes what he thinks are smart choices, trying to prevent his guilt and save those around him. He reflects the Rationalism movement, even though his choices end up just ruining his life in the end. One very rational choice he makes that a romantic thinker would not make is when he destroys his second creation. He realizes that creating another unpredictable monster would only cause more death and issues in the end. He is constantly referencing to science and bases his entire life off of chemistry and seeking knowledge, which is very consistent with the Enlightenment when people were using science to support theories rather than religion.

            The monster himself reflects the Romantic Movement as he is very emotional, passionate, and driven. He reads books that he bases his entire knowledge off of, one being fiction making his background skewed and dramatic. He finds himself to only have one goal, to get revenge on Frankenstein, which is evident when Victor dies, he is devastated, for frustrating Victor was the only meaning he had in his life. Once Victor is gone, he has nothing left to live for.  

            Once Victor falls emotionally (when he goes crazy chasing after the monster), he becomes just as romantic as the monster had always been. He dwells on nature and the emotions it brings out in him, he feels sorry for himself and is driven by his passion for revenge. He shifts other times in the novel, such as when the monster’s face is revealed to him as an alive creature and he suddenly realizes how ugly and gross the monster is. Before then, while working on the creature, he had been rational and focused on the science and success of the experiment rather than its actual appearance.
It is due to Victor's shift and fall that readers are so intrigued by the novel, for it was rare for a protagonist to go so crazy rather than gain self assurance. Victor doe stye opposite of what most protagonists would do. What apse makes the novel prevalent in today's society is its supernatural, modern features such as the creation of the monster itself which was a brand new idea at that time.