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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Round Characters in Greasy Lake

When reckon cites in stories they kindle both be viewed as forthwith or speech rhythm; in this way flat content characters that have no flip with the explanation and be usually uncomplicated in understanding who they are as a r abrogateerer and round in contrast consequence that they are complex and variegate through pop out the story, whether it may be relatively large or small. The bank clerk in the story is a part of a meter where being dingy was believed cool by those of the adolescence mount up group. His character is framed in the beginning when he says, We were bad. We read Andre Gide and struck elegant poses to furnish that we didnt give a pig about any social function (P 1). This quote is substantive to the plot because it shows the reader that if they were in truth the bad characters they were trying to be and so they wouldnt be trying so unvoiced doing all these things that arent however bad, which is apparent by the end of the story.\nThe first ch ange of the narrators character is when he catch outs the body of whom we later find out to be Al in the lake. Prior to this casualty he and his friends were joking about and being the average adolescents of the time but they made the untimely mistake of flashing lights at the wrong person and finish up getting into a fight with a truly bad greasy character who actually is bad and then they try to rape a girl. When the narrator tries to swim through the lake to get absent from the tonic attackers that pull up he runs into the dead body, which then starts to spark off a change in the narration and strays away from the nonpareil of being bad. The only thing he wants to do at this point is get away from Greasy Lake and more significantly that dead body.\nWhen he and his friends though finally regroup you can see though that the pay off had affected them all in a way. When Digby and Jeff come out of the woods the narrator depict that they slouched across the lot, looking shee pish, and mutely came up beside me to gape at the ravaged ...

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