Review of "Butterflies" by Roger Dean Kiser

Butterflies is a beatiful, charming and cautivating short story written by Roger Dean Kiser, an American writer. Tells the story of a little boy who lives in an orphanage. He is kind of traumatised about some experiences he has lived inside the orphanage. He does not like the way his house parent acts. In fact, he does not understand why or how can a person do something so horrible as killing beautiful butterflies. He considers this insects to be really beautiful, and he loves them. But after seeing his house parent capture them to put them in a cardboard, everytime he sees butterflies he sends them away, so they do not die there.

I think that there is a more important theme behind this. I believe that the boy was afraid of dying inside the orphanage, so he unconciously sends the butterflies away. He does not want them to suffer inthere the way he has suffered.

"Hills like White Elephants" by Ernest Hemigway

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Continuation for "Cat In the Rain" by Ernest Hemingway

“Avanti,” George said. He looked up from his book. In the doorway stood the maid. She held a big tortoise-shell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body.
“Excuse me,” she said, “the padrone asked me to bring this for the Signora.”

At that very moment the girl knew what she had to do. She had known it for a while now. Actually she had known it from the very first time she had seen the hotelkeeper. She wanted a man that could give her what she wanted and treat her like she wanted, a man that could give her a cat whenever she asked for it. And George was not that man. He was not even closer.

So, the girl took the wet cat, looked at George for the last time (he knew it was the last time), and went downstairs.

Comment on "The Five Boons of Life" by Mark Twain

And the question says...
What would you have chosen if you had been the protagonist of the story? Fame, Love, Riches, Pleasure or Death

This is a tricky question. I'm not completely sure about the answer I should give. But what I'm sure about, is that I would not choose Riches, Pleasure or Fame. I just don't believe that this this can bring real joy and happines to my life. I have never had them altogether and I consider my self to be pretty happy.

Love and Death are left. I would have chosen Death, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm totally in loved!... So... I choose Love... because Love can complete you. Love can make you feel like a "million dolars" eventhough you have nothing. You are Famous in the ayes of the person who loves you, and he can give as much Pleasure as you want. After all, if you are ment to be together, you could end your days next to that person.

Love carries everything... it gives you everything... at least that's what I think!

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Vale

Comment on "The Gift of the Magi"

RESPOND TO THIS QUESTION:
What would you have done if you had been on him or her shoes? Why?

Probably I would have done the same. Sometimes, when you really love someone, you are willing to sacrifice the thing you love the most, or in Della's case, her hair. If we get to the point of making a big sacrificy for the person we love, then is when we can know that we really are inloved with that person, because that person becomes the most importantn thing in the world for us. Everything we give is selfless... we do not even think if the consecuences will be good or bad for us... we just do it, because we love the other... and we want to make him or her happy... just like he or her makes us feel... and also because sometimes we know that the other person would do the same thing for us, a sacrifice of something they really love just to make us happy.

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Vale

Comment on "The Tell-Tale Heart"

The following fragment belongs to "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgard Allan Poe. Here is my comment.

"The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears."

I believe Poe tries to embody what a person that has commited a crime must feel at the moment of facing the law. They try to cheat people with their Manner. But the ringing... I believe the ringing must be the feeling of guilt... REMORSE. The man feels that the sound of the old man's heart is hunting him, but it is really the feeling of guilt that he can not stand, and his own heart is beating too fast for the same reason.

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Vale