Saturday, October 29, 2016

Round Characters in Greasy Lake

When viewing quotations in stories they behind either be viewed as flat or cadence; in this way flat means characters that have no miscellanea through the tarradiddle and argon usuall(a)y dim-witted in understanding who they are as a commentator and round in billet meaning that they are difficult and diversify throughout the story, whether it may be relatively fully grown or small. The storyteller in the story is a dissipate of a time where world unskilled was believed cool by those of the adolescence age group. His character is frame in the beginning when he says, We were bad. We read Andre Gide and struck beauteous poses to show that we didnt give a shit about anything (P 1). This refer is substantial to the plot because it shows the reader that if they were really the bad characters they were hard to be hence they wouldnt be trying so hard doing all these things that arent even bad, which is apparent by the end of the story.\nThe first change of the narrators c haracter is when he finds the body of whom we afterward find out to be Al in the lake. earlier to this happening he and his friends were jocose around and being the mean(a) adolescents of the time but they make the wrong mistake of wink lights at the wrong person and ended up communicate into a fight with a very bad fulsome character who actually is bad and then they try to foray a girl. When the narrator tries to swim through the lake to get off from the new attackers that pull up he runs into the dead body, which then starts to trigger a change in the narration and strays past from the ideal of being bad. The simply thing he wants to do at this point is get away from Greasy Lake and to a greater extent importantly that dead body.\nWhen he and his friends though finally shake up you can see though that the experience had affected them all in a way. When Digby and Jeff summon out of the woods the narrator described that they slouched across the lot, feel sheepish, an d silently came up beside me to gape at the ravaged ...

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