Ernest Hemingway’s book: “A Farewell to Arms,” tells the story of two people that fall in love during a time of darkness and pain. In this essay, we will be looking a bit closer to the certain aspects and traits of the “hidden protagonist”: Catherine Barkley.
Our hidden protagonist Mrs. Barkley enters the story when Henry is injured in the hospital. Prior to that, no knowledge is mentioned about her so she is a completely new character. I feel as though this is Hemingway’s attempt at trying to get the reader to latch on to the fact that Henry is the story driving leader. When Henry first meets Barkley, he does not show interest in her or any signs of attention. But as we spend more time in the hospital with Henry, we see that he begins to ask other nurses about her. This is the start of Henry’s love for Barkley. Henry starts to build an image in his mind of not only what he sees in Barkley, but what he wants to see. One of Henry’s best friends Rinaldi is a bit of a player and a jock. He sees himself as a lady’s man, a fine piece of art that women should admire and respect. He likes to play tricks and jokes with Henry about his life and about his “English girl” (“Oh I love to tease you, baby. With your priest and your English girl, and really you are just like me underneath.” pg. 143, and the constant use of “baby” at too a mixture of family-like-roles that Rinaldi takes on.
Catherine’s emotions divided up into different parts and are served throughout the story. You almost feel as though each chapter serves a different emotion and not one constant feeling. Catherines comes across as a very difficult person to love. One moment she makes the character comfortable and lovable, then she turns around and questions her judgment and starts to retreat in guilt and confusion. “Do you love me?” sort of questions that appear frequently support this. Catherine is a very quiet, tranquil character. She never makes herself look larger than life. Or goes out of her way to get what she needs. Towards the end of the book, when Barkley is faced with death, the final Barkley emerges like a snake out of its old skin. She accepts her fate and shows Henry what she truly means to her and what their love means. It almost as if the book is an incubator for Barkley and over time it develops and when it ends, it’s healthy and released.
The hospital setting and the other nurses play a role in Barkley’s actions around Henry. We know she is involved in many medical related duties, but what else does she do in this story. Later in the story (about halfway through) she always seems to be in the right place when Henry needs her help. Excluding for when Henry is combat she is there and is always suggesting things for them to do to avoid a situation or problem. This really shows in the chapter close to the end, when they make their trip to Switzerland for a safe haven. Barkley is very calm and helpful in this situation, she could just have been annoying and stressed but I think this is contributing to her personality.
Barkley is crucial to how Henry as a character develops throughout the story. After reading the story, the character can look at Barkley many different ways.
She is a very dynamic character. She can actually portray as many different characters and personalities. Barkley leads the story as a hidden protagonist.
Hemingway created a character that we were made to believe was the blood and flesh of the story. If we look a little closer we can see that is certainly not the case.
By: Noah, Sam, Graeme
By Sam Van der Mescht & Noah Edmunds
In the fields lie one of the most important resources known to man, oil. Oil flows deep beneath the dunes of Iraq, and such a simple liquid can overwhelm one man’s intellect. For as long as there is oil here, there will never be peace.
We landed in Iraq in 0800hrs this place was a shell of its former self. I and the rest of the troops head to the campsite and set up. The Americans had already taken care of the major threat to the area: Saddam Hussein. After his death, the country fell apart, and now it’s our job to clean it up. We set up camp here, on a small hill about 150 feet away from the village. Overhead lie fields.
The sun rises overhead, bringing a new day, new meaning. Our job here has no meaning or no end. We head out for a patrol much like the rooster patrols the boundaries of his hens. The colonel has displayed much interest in the fields, he watches them every day, close, patiently. I approach him “what do you see out there?”, “Profit” he returns back. “For what they are doing here must be of some interest out here in the plains of silence”. “It’s nothing but just sugar cane, I say “No, there is more”
As I stroll through the streets of Bellingham, I look around me to absorb my surroundings. The spring air is cool and moist. I see children playing, people socializing. I walk into the bakery to pick up a loaf of bread. I hand him the money and walk out. As I’m walking back I overhear two men talking about Germany declaring war or some other thing I didn’t quite get the whole thing.
A few days after, I sign up to serve the British army in the trenches of France. At first, I’m in shock because I’ve never experienced anything violent or war like. I say goodbye to my mother and my town as I head off to the train station. I buy a loaf of bread to take with me. I look down the aisle and see other young men like myself. The whistle blows and we board.
Another man sits down next to me “hello” he says “hello” I say back. We chat for awhile about why we’re here and what we going to be doing for the next month. We arrive in Guerre Du Nord station in Paris. We’re loaded onto a truck and sent out into the countryside.
The sweat drips off me as we do jumping jacks. Most of our day is spent crawling through mud, climbing over obstacles, learning to shoot and how to kill. I had never held a rifle before nor killed a man. We train for three months before heading into active combat. Whilst in the truck, I think about the emotions running through me, is it fear or anxiety I’m not sure but all I know it’s that this is not going to be easy.
4 weeks later…
“This is it lads” the driver says as we leave the truck. I can hear gunfire and explosions in the background. We head into the trench, its very damp and cold out here nothing like Bellingham. March 4th, we get the first taste of combat, rifles fire all around me and mortar fire coming close to our trench. I scope down my weapon and aiming for the german machine gunner pinning us down from making an attack I take the shot at the same time I close my eyes so that if I hit him I don’t see what I’ve done. I open them and look out, he’s not there my first kill. 1 On the one hand, it felt good but, on the other I know that I’ve just taking another man’s life. The leading officer walks over “well done Harry” he says with confidence “now we can prepare for the attack”.
Today, we attack the german trench. At about 7:45 we have breakfast, cold porridge. I head out to the ladders “valuables in the bucket” I hand the man my grandfather’s watch, it’s all I had. At about 8:00 the leading officer says “alright men mount your ladder!” I grab the ladder with both hands, I look to my left the man next to me says “good luck” “you too” I say. I am very nerve-racked but this is for my country the whistle blows… Up! the ladder and out onto the land. German machine guns open fire on us. I can hear the bagpipes playing behind us, brave men go down right and left, we run.
In this world, the order is everything. Where the grass is evenly cut, the houses are built and look the same, people wear the same clothes, everything is neat, tidy and in place. But this girl is about the discover that order does not shine over all.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (2016)
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Once upon a time, there was a dog by the name of Milo. Milo was a curious little dog and liked to explore the world. One day, Milo was down at the park with his owner, Mark. Mark let Milo run and play and do all the other stuff that dog’s do. After of few minutes of playing Mark sat down on a bench and Milo soon noticed and came over. Mark looked at Milo and said “ You know Milo if I could wish for one thing” Milo was curious of what make was going to say: “ If I could wish for one thing it would be for me to understand your thoughts. Milo turned his head to one side and glanced at Mark for a second. Shortly after the two species made their way home.
Saturday Morning, Milo awoke to find Mark making eggs and Milo’s breakfast awaiting him. “C’mon boy” Mark said cheerfully “ It’s your favorite” Milo rushed to his bowl and as always he found his favorite dog food ( Big barks dog chow).
Mark spent a few weeks tinkering around in his garage and finally he created the MBF (man’s best friend) Thought Translator . Since Milo was Mark pet he was the first one to always try everything from dog food to high tech material Milo loved it. The MBF was basically like a watch that the dog wears around his neck like a collar. There’s also a micro chip next to the dog skull (outside the head) which picks up the brain ways and sends them to the main unit which is the collar in 0.8 milliseconds.
Mark worked as an engineer. Once Mark made a dog bar that made Milo have extreme bowel movements. And once he created some boots that made Milo float.When Mark put the MBF thought translate on milo he was hoping of the best but expecting the worst. Milo felt the cold leather strap around his neck. Mark turn on the “power button” and sat back to watch. Milo scratch the back of his head with his leg the immediately the translator responded and said “ Ah! so itchy” Mark shouted out a big “Yes!”.
Again, the thought translator immediately reacted as Milo started running around “ what’s so cool and why are we running in circles”. The same happened the next day, except this time Milo wanted to use what was on his neck in a smart way and not just for simple thought’s, He thought about what it would be like to be a human, or what it would be like to have a brother or sister. Mark could understand this since the voice translator was equipped with a microphone.
Since this is probably the greatest invention of the 21’s century, Mark opened a small business which quickly expanded. Milo decided he wanted to go to school and learn about the world. H got good grades and then got a degree as an engineer.
If life is a game, then what are we?
Are we just sitting around being part of continuity?
If being yourself is what they say,
then how do I decide to go my own way?
If this is me:
Conscientious, non-materialistic, patient, home-loving, respectful, inventive …
I guess … I’ll have to be creative.
Part 1: A civilization is a group of people or an organization.
Some of the most greatest and most powerful civilizations used to rule the earth; but, somehow, they started to decay and then eventually fall. Civilizations can fall for many different reasons. For example, Ancient Rome was one of the most powerful civilizations on the planet. It conquered Egypt, France and most of Western Europe. Somehow, the most powerful civilization fell. Civilizations usually fall because of a revolution, a war, weather or climate changes, et cetera. A revolution is a forcible overthrow of a ruler or government or social order in favour of a new system. Some civilizations fall because of a war, (when another country attacks one-another). This could be for power, land or wealth, and merchandise. If successful this could cause a civilization to fall. Fighting is not only way a civilization could fall; mother nature also plays a big part in this. If somehow this happens, this civilization could deal with droughts, storms, et cetera. This could wipe out an entire civilization.
Population is a main element in a civilization. Without population, you can’t grow crops without farmers, you can’t build structures and buildings without workers, and you can’t have an army defend and conquer without men. Diseases can also cause a civilization to fall. Very bad diseases can kill and can wipe out a quarter, three-quarters or even an entire civilization. Emperors or rulers have to run the civilization responsibly, carefully, and safely. Sometimes, emperors can steal the civilization’s wealth or food; so, in this case, the civilizations can’t pay its workers et cetera.
Civilizations can only last if you run them well. The most important one of all is human greed. Humans are the ones who mess up everything, they only care about themselves and what’s best for them.
Part 2: how civilizations rise and fall
Civilizations can be very powerful if they make the right decisions and think wisely.
One of the most powerful civilizations in ancient history was Rome. At the time, Rome was probably the most powerful and successful civilization. It was wealthy it had control over many countries for about 500 years. It was famous for its great rulers and emperors until it fell to the Turks in 1453.
One of the first and greatest civilization ever known to man has got to be Mesopotamia. It created so much more than the Romans. They invented formal education, they invented weaponry used for combat, they made sculptures, they invented bridges and boats and they were very successful in life. It wasn’t smooth sailing all the time – they were conquered reconquered various times.
Although there have been some hard times through centuries, we have thrived and we have deteriorated. We’ve had great leaders, people we to look up to, such as Gandhi, Einstein, or Mandela. We’ve had people who tried to destroy our tiny little dot to gain power and the earth, but in the end they’re our only conquering a fraction of dot.