Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Chapter 17 ((Response #3))

What Impresses Huck about the Grangerford’s house is how nice their house was and they were really nice people. He was surprised that the house had a lot of style for it being in the country. He compared it a lot to houses in the city and said that they were a lot alike. For example, when Huck says “I didn’t have an iron latch on the front door, nor a wooden one with a buckskin string, but a brass knob to turn, the same as houses in town” (Chap. 17, Pg. 75, Last Paragraph) Huck’s view of success and happiness is that you can have a really rough childhood and a lot happen to you and you can still be successful and happy. You may have had really hard times but if you work hard and never give up, you can be successful.
What is so special about the books was he said “There was some books, too, piled up perfectly exact, on each corner of the table. One of the books were “Pilgrims Progress” about a man that left his family it didn’t say why. I read considerable in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but tough.” (Chap. 17, Pg. 76, 2nd Full paragraph) He is so interested because he thought that they sounded good but couldn’t quite understand. Huck is interested in education and he probably wishes that he went back to school. Mark probably knows that education is important and he probably wishes that he tried harder to do better because it’s much easier to learn it when you’re supposed to then later.
What is so unique about the drawing and poems in the scrapbook are that they are from the girl that died and she collected articles and wrote about the people who died. The girl seemed to be obsessed with articles from the newspaper and she wrote about people that died. I think the significance of the painting of the girl on the edge of the bridge with 3 sets of arms was that Mark described it so specifically because he wants the reader to understand and be able to imagine and picture this girl and the painting. For example when he says “She was at work on what they said was her greatest picture when she took sick, and every day and every night she it was her prayer to be allowed to live til she got it done, but she never got the chance. It was a picture of a young woman in a long, white gown, standing on the rail of a bridge all ready to jump off, with her hair all down her back, and looking up to the moon, wither the tears running down her face, and she had two arms folded across her breast, and two arms stretched out in front and two more reaching up twards the moon- and the idea was, to see which pair would look best and then scratch out all the other arms; but as I was saying, she died before she got her mind made up…” (Chap 17, Pg. 77, Last Paragraph before poem)

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