Grendel Reflection

Grendel is exposed as a protagonist and a monster in this story. Grendel has had a non going feud with the danes for over the years until now when something has gradually changed. The science of behavior and mind, embracing all aspects of conscious and unconscious experience as well as thought. Grendel all he wants is to be accepted and fit in but given that the danes see him as a monster all they want to do is kill him. Which spikes some conflict between grendel and the danes. Since the danes have their own version of the shaper to fill their heads with lies that causes grendel to have to find a solution to so them the truth. The dragon from my point of view is grendel’s version of the shaper to him who fills his head with tricks and confusion.

Some might sympathize, others might label him a monster, while others think he should have more self control, and then some can emphasize with both parties in the text. “I no longer remember exactly what he sang. I know only that it had a strange effect on me:it no longer filled me with doubt and distress,loneliness,shame. It enraged me. It was their confidence, maybe-their blissful, swinish ignorance, their bumptious self-satisfaction, and, worst of all, their hope.” (p.77) Since someone might think grendel is a victim there are others who think otherwise. I think it comes with my approach as psychological that one can only really put their input because of how their think or their background on how they were taught to look at things. The reader, based upon how they were raised might justify Grendel’s actions as right or wrong. If the reader had grown up as a recluse or without acceptance they could justify Grendel’s actions of killing the Danes, out of his lack for basic needs. In chapter 6 Grendel realizes that he is impervious to weapons, which can make the reader think why would he continue to attack them, if they’re defenseless, but some would empathize with his new isolation, from being a freak. Since this is all he has observed, the mechanical, horridly endless life, with all its complexities, he has little trouble accepting that none of it matters, only him and his purpose, which is ironic, sense he struggles to bring meaning to what he believes is a meaningless world. “I understand that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly - as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink