Real World Connector In the chapter Church, I felt a connection with Kiowa. â€œNot a minister,â€ he said, â€œbut I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like youâ€™re in a forest and everythingâ€™s really quiet, except thereâ€™s still this sound you canâ€™t hearâ€. The way I relate to this part is the same way I feel when I go to a temple (similar to a church) I feel the same way. When I go to the temple I sit there and listen to the prayer. But when I get into the prayer, everything goes quiet.I get this really good feeling inside myself. All my fears are taken over by peace. I think thatâ€™s why Kiowa says this is â€œjust wrongâ€ to be inside a holly place. One thing I didnâ€™t understand the monks cleaning the solider weapons. Was there so representative of this. I know in my temple the minister is not allowed to touch weapons. Overall, a temple or a church are both religious place, but are both peaceful places. We are supposed to feel save in a place or worship. Henry Dobbin tells us about how he liked the whole idea of being a minister. â€œI was a kid.The thing is, I believed in God and all that, but it wasnâ€™t the religious part that interested me. Just being nice to people, thatâ€™s all. Being decentâ€. The teaching of any church or temple are the same. God tells us to be good humans, and give back to the community. I agree and disagree with Henry Dobbins. I agree with him to the part about being a nice person. I disagree with the part when he says â€œit wasnâ€™t the religious part that interested meâ€. The reason I disagree with this is because reglion should about be an interest not only the lessons of God. Maybe I misunderstand what Henry Dobbin was saying.
In â€œA Painful Case,â€ by James Joyce, the central character is cold, intellectual, and emotionless. The narrator of this story adopts a pessimistic and scathingly negative view of the central character, Mr. Duffy. Duffy is, figuratively speaking, dead. He is dead to the world of passionate emotions that make others â€˜alive,â€™ and he shuns most contact with other humans, especially emotional and intimate contact. He argues that â€˜every bond is a bond of sorrow,â€™ and uses this as justification for not engaging in any relationships of an intimate nature. He has â€˜neither companions nor friends, church nor creed.â€™ Duffyâ€™s room is very telling of his personality as well. â€œThe lofty walls of his uncarpeted room were free from picturesâ€ (Joyce, 118). It is customary to put up pictures in oneâ€™s home of oneâ€™s family or friends, but Duffy does not associate with either. He has no joyous memories to immortalize in film and frame on his bedroom wall. His room mirrors the state of his mind: orderly and austere, uncluttered by anything resembling passion. In many respects Duffy is dead. The only intimacy Duffy may have ever felt in his life was with Mrs. Sinico, but even when she dies he initially feels nothing but disgust that he had shared intimate parts of himself with someone who degraded herself with an alcoholic suicide. â€œThe whole narrative of her death revolted him and it revolted him to think that he had ever spoken to her of what he held sacred. [She had] a commonplace vulgar death. Not only had she degraded herself; she had degraded him. He saw the squalid tract of her voice, miserable and malodorous. His soulâ€™s companion!â€ (Joyce, 126-127) The extent of Duffyâ€™s aloof fear of intimacy is such that even when Mrs. Sinico dies the only thing he can think about is how her death cheapened him. Eventually, Duffy realizes that â€˜he had withheld life from her,â€™ and â€˜he had sentenced her to death.â€™ He realizes that he, at least in large part, had been responsible for her descent, alcoholism, and eventual suicide. He left her to loneliness when he stopped seeing her, and that loneliness was what prompted her death. â€œNow that she was gone he realized how lonely her life must have been, sitting night after night alone in that roomâ€ (Joyce, 128). With the realization that he was responsible for Sinicoâ€™s death, Duffy realizes that he too will die someday, and, like Mrs. Sinico, become nothing more than a memory. The reason why Mrs. Sinico left memories with Duffy is because she reached out and attempted to become emotionally intimate with him. Unlike Sinico, Duffy never made any such attempts, and recoiled when he realized that their relationship was becoming too close. Because of his lack of warmth and passion, when Duffy dies it is likely that no one will even remember him, and he realizes this. â€œHis life would be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, became a memory- if anyone remembered himâ€¦ He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from lifeâ€™s feastâ€¦ no one wanted himâ€ (Joyce, 128-127) However, even after Duffy comes to this painful realization he still has little hope of altering his lifestyle to be more passionate and â€˜alive.â€™ This is shown by Duffyâ€™s thoughts of Sinico near the end of the story. Initially, he can feel her presence. â€œShe seemed to be near him in the darkness. At moments he seemed to feel her voice touch his ear, her hand touch hisâ€ (Joyce, 128). Later, he sees a goods train emerging from the Knightsbridge station, and imagines the â€˜laborious drone of the engine reiterating the syllables of her name.â€™ In this manner he personifies her spirit with the train. After the train leaves, so does his feeling that she is still there next to him; after the train leaves he feels utterly alone again. â€œHe listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.â€ Duffy dismisses Sinicoâ€™s spirit, and by dismissing her, he also dismisses any hope he had of learning to live. In this manner the narrator provides a pessimistic view of Duffy, while showing the reader how Duffy has little hope of learning to feel passion even after Sinicoâ€™s death. The newspaper refers to Mrs. Sinicoâ€™s death as â€˜a most painful case.â€™ However, the title of the story really refers to Mr. Duffy. He is, in fact, the real painful case.
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