Death is
a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal
manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him. In the code of
military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference.”
I
don't know where to begin. But if I had to choose a place in the story, it
would be this quote. I like this quote because it connects me to the author of
the story. I understand what his definition of death is as it pertains to the
story. I like to think that when the author wrote this story, their purpose was
to write about how death reflects life and vice versa. The noun reflection
means a fixing of thoughts on something. It is clear in the story that moments
before this mean dies he has a reflection on his life. That reflection of his
life is viewed as a journey where he makes it to his destination and is then
killed. The manner in which his imagination brings him to the harsh reality
that he is no longer alive alludes to a respectful notion, a notion that his
beautiful wife will be waiting for him when he gets home.
Everyone
has hears the phrase there is a bright light when you die, and that your life
flashes before your eyes. I like how the author sticks to this idea, but
doesn't it in a way where it isn’t such a cliché. The author took great care in
making sure that this story was realistic and poetic at the same time. Even the
name of the bridge, Owl Creek Bridge, it's a name that made me think of a
something very wise. Then of course there is great lines in this story that
makes my mind flow smoothly, and can enjoy the sophistication of the
vocabulary.
The
last thought I had pertains to fear. I enjoyed reading a story about death that
didn't have to do a lot with fear. I think its safe to say that most people are
afraid of dyeing, and if that's true what does that say about life? Does it
mean that people are afraid to live? This story really makes me believe that
death isn’t something to be fear, just respected. Just as life is to be
respected so is death.
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