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"There’s a fellow. He does suppose to be bright. He knows he’s in a house with murders-he ought to know he’s in danger; he’s even been worn to get out of the house. But does he go? No. He stays there. The murder invites him to sit down. He sat down. Now mind you this fellow supposes to be bright- so there he sits just waiting to be trust up. And what do you think they tie him up with? The curtain cord. When are playwrights going to use some imagination? The curtain cord. That’s the kind of stuff I have to suffer through night after night. And they say the critics are killing the theater; it’s the playwrights who are killing the theater. So there he sits-the big dope-this fellow whose supposes to be bright, just waiting to be trussed up and gagged-"
Sleep is irrelevant. Since I gain an hour, I figure I can stay up an extra hour and still feel as crappy as I do every other morning.
How am I supposed to interpret Ethan Frome? He is wrong, but so is Zeetha. Am I expected to judge them myself, and base their actions on my own personal morals? The book is to have me question my own morals. I can see that. Now what? Where do I go from here? Just question my own morals until I read To Kill A Mocking Bird again to counteract the questions of morals? I like the book. I like every book I have read in high school (except The Crucible. Never like that). But what am I suppose to do now?