I began to weep, and the tear- blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar. ‘Doodle!’ I screamed above the pounding storm and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.” Because his pride got in the way and made him push his brother too hard, his brother
However in the end Doodle might have tried too hard because, when death comes knocking the door is usually answered and, sadly for Doodle he may have been strong but not strong enough, ¨ For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain.¨ this symbolises the death of a bird called an ibis that Doodle had taken the care to bury just hours before, and his brother the narrator is now, remembering how just like Doodle the scarlet ibis had come so far from where is started only to die a tragic and sorrowful death, and how remarkable that it was the accomplishments they both made. Going more in depth in this his brother had never really shown compassion towards Doodle and sort of thought of him as a burden. THis is why some may see it as surprising that he felt so much emotion when his brother passed but, others not so much because, through the resentment there was always love only to be cut short by a short life. Taking a look back at the story it seems like everything lead up to Doodles death and it seemed as if there was a lot of death mentioned as it progressed too. There still could have been other symbols to connect to but, death definitely
Doodle!” (564) all the while shielding him from the rain, the final consequence of the pride that ruled the life of the narrator. His guilt from not saving or waiting for Doodle is evident in the way he reacts to Doodle’s body. He panics, realizing the mistake he made in leaving Doodle behind, repeatedly calling out his name as if calling for him to wake up. When it sinks in that Doodle is truly gone, the narrator weeps for Doodle, crying “for a long time, it seemed forever, [he] lay there crying, sheltering [his] fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain” (564), knowing he would never get Doodle
“It’s unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.” (61) That quote describes how painful it was for the men to listen to innocent creature slowly die. The horses have done no bad deed, they just happened to be standing where the shots were fired and were hit instead of the enemy. This shows how war creates a loss of innocence, in multiple aspects. While the men were listening to the horses cry for hours, waiting to be put out of their misery, the men become depressed.
Due to this treatment, he went into a coma and the Englishmen assumed he was dead. They ended up throwing him over the wall onto the dung pile. They then sent word to his friends and relatives that he had passed. Eventfully though Wallace awoke from his coma. Then he wandered back to his uncle’s home.
One thing is that the scarlet ibis isn’t supposed to be located there, and Doddle well they thought he was going to die, the even made him a casket. Another thing is that the ibis and Doodle both work themselves very hard. Finally, “He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red. He lay very awkwardly, with his head thrown back, making his vermilion neck appear unusually long and slim. His little legs, bent sharply at the knees, had never before seemed so fragile, so thin” (Hurst 139).
“For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain.” (page 6). These are the parting words of James Hearst from his short story, The Scarlet Ibis. The line describes the moment in which the narrator cradles the body of his dead brother, William Armstrong, more commonly known as Doodle. In the story, Doodle dies of a combination of a heart condition, fatigue, pneumonia, and the Spanish flu. He is sickly and frail at birth, and is told, “with his weak heart this strain [learning how to crawl] would probably kill him.” (page 1).
Doodle came a long way from when he was born. People thought he would die and they made him a casket. Doodle then learned to walk, run, and talk. Doodle died because he was pushing himself too hard and couldn’t do it anymore. My last piece of evidence is, “He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red.
(ATTENTION GETTER)“I did not know then that pride is a wonderful, terrible thing, a seed that bears two vines, life and death.” The narrator of the short story “The Scarlet Ibis” realizes how pride is a double edged sword. (CLAIM) Likewise, the author of “The Scarlet Ibis” shows the reader how pride can be a “Wonderful, terrible thing” by using the motif of pride throughout the short story to get across the overall theme of pride having two sides. (BRIDGE) Doodle, a disabled child, is coached by his prideful older brother to walk and be ‘normal’ again as he calls it. Destructive and prideful actions from the older brother lead to a bond broken beyond repair.
The reflective story The Scarlet Ibis is about the narrator looking back at his past. Then he said, “But all of us must have something or someone to be proud of, and Doodle has become mine. I did not know then that pride was a wonderful, terrible thing, a seed that bears two vines, life and death.” The narrator meant by this statement that he is proud to have a brother like Doodle, but pride could be wonderful or it could be detrimental. Pride in something or someone like Doodle getting Doodle to walk is good but when that pride overtakes in a self-pleasure way it could kill someone, like what it did to Doodle. Hence the overarching theme when the narrator puts all his pride in Doodle, and Doodle ends up failing, the narrators pride starts
Rudy took his love for Liesel to his grave, never able to hear her confess what he knew, that she loved him just as much as he loved her. “The tears grappled with her face. “Rudy, please, wake up, goddamn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don 't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up…” (Page 535). Even after discovering the ruins of Himmel Street that served as a graveyard for all who had lived there, the shock of discovering the boy she loved, now a lifeless body was more excruciating than she could have ever imagined.