English Essay - Textual Intervention - over the Cuckoo's Nest - Final Words
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p. 281, Line 5
“I been away a long time”
I repeat those words and look over the campfire, and see unfamiliar young faces, eyes glazed over with the fire as I tell my story. My hands are crisp from the cold, and creatures’ rustle about all around us, making sounds to keep the workers at bay and to keep the humming of the nearby town clambered out, stop the government from pumping the woods full of their own sort of mist.
Another unfamiliar face pops out at me over the fire. His face glows like a light-bulb from the fire, his eyes burnt-out and crusting over, like over-cooked marshmallows peering out from inside hollow sockets. It takes a moment for the gears to kick in, and a concerned smile forms over the face, scars running deep grooves in the otherwise seamless machinery.
His voice is level but strong, much like Papa’s had been. He calls himself R & J Wolf when our eyes meet and it registers the puzzled expression on my face.
Uncle R & J Wolf’s voice continues, highlighted against that ragged face like blood against a white towel, and it tells me to not give these boys ideas and not to tell lies about what happened to me. It tells me I’m better than that, and its eyes scan my face to see if its words are making a dent, bending my story and making it better suit his own. I look away from that voice coming from that ragged, worn face, hair graying over and beard growing as only it does when one retires to let others take care of their appearance.
It registers this, and its prerecorded voice quiet downs as it searches for some sort of preprogrammed response. When it realizes there isn’t one, its ragged face sighs and pulls itself away from the fire, hiding away in the husk, where I can’t see it again.
The young faces look at me again, faces no older then 16 and 7. Uncle R & J Wolf had told me they were my cousins, and that their parents had long since left to join the others at the dame. A frown was on his face as he spoke of the others, eyes clearly...
“I been away a long time”
I repeat those words and look over the campfire, and see unfamiliar young faces, eyes glazed over with the fire as I tell my story. My hands are crisp from the cold, and creatures’ rustle about all around us, making sounds to keep the workers at bay and to keep the humming of the nearby town clambered out, stop the government from pumping the woods full of their own sort of mist.
Another unfamiliar face pops out at me over the fire. His face glows like a light-bulb from the fire, his eyes burnt-out and crusting over, like over-cooked marshmallows peering out from inside hollow sockets. It takes a moment for the gears to kick in, and a concerned smile forms over the face, scars running deep grooves in the otherwise seamless machinery.
His voice is level but strong, much like Papa’s had been. He calls himself R & J Wolf when our eyes meet and it registers the puzzled expression on my face.
Uncle R & J Wolf’s voice continues, highlighted against that ragged face like blood against a white towel, and it tells me to not give these boys ideas and not to tell lies about what happened to me. It tells me I’m better than that, and its eyes scan my face to see if its words are making a dent, bending my story and making it better suit his own. I look away from that voice coming from that ragged, worn face, hair graying over and beard growing as only it does when one retires to let others take care of their appearance.
It registers this, and its prerecorded voice quiet downs as it searches for some sort of preprogrammed response. When it realizes there isn’t one, its ragged face sighs and pulls itself away from the fire, hiding away in the husk, where I can’t see it again.
The young faces look at me again, faces no older then 16 and 7. Uncle R & J Wolf had told me they were my cousins, and that their parents had long since left to join the others at the dame. A frown was on his face as he spoke of the others, eyes clearly...