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Gripping the handle of the lantern between his teeth, he located a large stone sitting in the corner of the room and dragged it underneath the hole. Using it as a stepping stool, he jumped straight up into the opening and grabbed blindly for the rungs of the iron ladder he knew was bolted against the wall of the shaft. With his first attempt, he was only able to brush his fingers against the rungs before falling back down onto the rock. The second time, he was able to grasp the ladder for a split second before slipping off just as quickly. Bahauddin was old; his strength was dwindling. He only hoped that he had enough strength to finish the mission he was on. On his third try, he was able to maintain a solid grip on the rungs of the …show more content…
It creaked as he pushed it open with one hand. Bahauddin crawled out of the shaft and into the new room. If he remembered correctly, he was in the panic room of the palace, underneath the dungeons. It was spacious, musty, and devoid of people. The only light source was a single oil lamp on the stone floor. It hadn’t been burning for long, judging by the length of the wick and the amount of oil left in the small bowl. Upon closer inspection of the floor, the thick layer of dust was patchy with footprints of many different shapes and sizes. There must have many people in this room until just recently; where did they all go? As far as he knew, there was no safer place in the city to hide, …show more content…
Smoke obscured his vision to the point where he could barely see through the veil of black. His eyes stung, but he blinked away the tears and kept running.
The front doors of the palace had been blasted open, the walls scorched and the once gleaming tiles of the floor streaked with soot and rubble. Coughing up smoke and dust, he stumbled out the entryway and onto the streets outside.
Bahauddin stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the scenery of the city. Nearly every building was reduced to ashes. Merchants’ camels and horses lay dead on the cobblestone streets, legs either bent at unnatural angles or missing altogether. And what of the people? The entire city was eerily silent, no explosions or shouts or crying. Smoldering remains of humans were scattered across the ground, their features now unrecognizable. He counted fifty, a hundred, two hundred, more. All of them were gone. The wind whistled through his ears as if to mock him with its
“A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without
A new society is created by a group of people who strengthen and maintain their power by any means necessary including torture and death. Margaret Atwood's book, A Handmaid's Tale, can be compared to the morning after a bad fight within an abusive relationship. Being surrounded by rules that must be obeyed because of being afraid of the torture that will be received. There are no other choices because there is control over what is done, who you see and talk to, and has taken you far away from your family. You have no money or way out. The new republic of Gilead takes it laws to an even higher level because these laws are said to be of God and by disobeying them you are disobeying him. People are already likely to do anything for their God especially when they live in fear of punishment or death. The republic of Gilead is created and maintains its power structure through the use of religion, laws that isolate people from communication to one another and their families, and the fear of punishment for disobeying the law.
There are no longer humans in this city, which is evident because when talking about the beings in the city Lampman wrote “They are not flesh, they are not bone,/ They see not with the human eye”(33-34). This part of the poem is important because if there are no more humans left it is easy to assume that the only driving force of these “Flit figures with clanking hands”(31) is work. They work to make the city bigger and to build more than they already have.
“Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.”
Our deaths we've figured are assumed at this point. They've gone and given the same letters to our families that they do everyone else, informing them about us going missing and that they have presumed us deceased. I know it's on all our minds, what we would say to those we loved right now, if only they could hear us. Phil is deep in a prayer, whispering of his regret to not marrying his love sooner. 'If only he had been wiser, he would have been wed the moment he knew he loved her' he overheard Phil saying to himself. Mac was quiet mostly, he spoke once about the orphanage from his childhood, how he considered those who resided there with him as his family. As I listened to them speak, I realized that in their perspective, they were almost
The Handmaids Tale, written by Margaret Attwood, goes on to explore the consequences that come to be from the reversal of womens rights in a society called Gilead. It is what one can consider a cautionary tale. In the new world of Gilead, a group of conservative religious extremists have taken power, and have turned the sexual revolution upside down. The society of Gilead is founded on what is to be considered a return to traditional values, gender roles and the subjugation of women by men, and the Bible is used as the guiding principle. It differs completely from the society, which was once the place in which Feminists argued for liberation from the traditional gender roles. What women had worked hard for in the area of gaining rights to birth control, legalization of abortion and an increasing number of active female voters, had been completely reversed in a short period of time. Not only were women now forbidden to vote in Gilead, they were also denied the right to read or write, according to the new laws of the establishment. The Handmaids Tale portrays that of a totalitarian society, and reflects a dystopia, which goes on to explore the interaction between sexuality and politics.
The Handmaid’s Tale and Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? draw on different narrative techniques to establish our relationship to their protagonists. Margaret Atwood allows the reader to share the thoughts of the main character, while Philip K. Dick makes the reader explore the mysteries behind the story. Atwood’s style works because she can directly show her readers what she wants. Dick’s opposing style works for him because he can present paradoxes and mysteries and let the reader form the conclusion. Both of these styles are skillfully utilized to create complex stories without losing the reader along the way.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
Before the women’s movement of the 1960s and ‘70s, “compared with men, women were seen as irrational, emotional, unintelligent, and morally immature”(Meyers) This inspired women, and they soon took action. Parts of these actions are told of in Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, and William Shakespeare’s Macbeth, where women rebel by using their sexuality, being violent, and going against social norms.
areful emerald eyes watched the royal family depart with Lady Zerarah and the prince of Fredenbezigung. Athan remained where he was, pondering the task his king asked him to do and whether he trusted Rangor's guest or not. He didn't, not entirely. Something about the way the other walked, talked, an air of arrogance swept for Sossa's brother to feel centerfold. It felt peculiar. Stringy unkempt hair glided against his hairless face, the young warrior waited in the foyer devotedly looking after his family until they were no longer in sight, the festivities bound to keep them busy as others native to this grand country. Lips pressed inward, his head lowered, and he turned around thoughtful. Had it not been for his king surely he and Sossa may
Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.”
In The Handmaid’s Tale the Republic of Gilead is a theonomic military dictatorship that has replaced the United States of America. The ‘tale’ placed in the title describes the account of a Handmaid whose Christian name is never disclosed to the reader. Throughout the novel she is referred to as Offred – of Fred. The women of Gilead are totally subservient and so each Handmaid is known by their Commander’s name. The reader sees Gilead through the eyes of Offred; the readers interpretation of the tale is also her interpretation.
Approximately one year ago, the first episode of the TV series The Handmaid’s Tale, based on Margaret Atwood’s famed novel, aired. The story revolves around the life of the Handmaid Offred— a woman who is valued only for her fertility in the new society of Gilead. While the series has stayed mostly faithful to the original version, there is one key difference: in the TV series, Janine, one of the Handmaids, is led to a Salvaging (execution by stoning), but the Handmaids refuse to stone her despite Aunt Lydia’s warnings (Truong). This scene is absent from the novel, and Janine is portrayed as an sycophantic person, who does not seem to have any exceptionally close bonds with the other women. Also in the novel, Atwood suggests that the power
It all started long ago when there lived s fair queen that longed for a child but never got one, for awhile anyway. One night, she had a beautiful daughter just as she had always dreamed. That night, a cloaked figure kreopt through the window and stabbed a knife into the queens throat, spilling blood everywhere. No sooner than the queen died than guards charged through the room, but it was too late.
A stalker, a creeper, a shadow in the night. These are the words that people would whisper when they heard my footsteps in the woods. The forest was my home and I was its caretaker. On this particular day, I walked on the leafs of paradise, I gazed upward, noticing the sun trying to break through the cloud of branches.