Story Part 3

The Confessions of Marks (Part 3)

When I left the room I had only two things in my mind, Oscar Wilde and John Keats. I spend the night reading about them and their work. Two nights without sleep made me really tired. By the afternoon I was devastated. When I walked in into the same room again, I saw him standing and looking toward the sun. He started to talk when he notice my arrival.

• Sun. I’m always fascinated by how beautiful it looks. I love sun. The same way the Old Man loved sea. My wife and I spend many afternoons looking at the sun. Well of course it is not easy to look at the sun in the afternoon, but we got used to it.
• You know that you cannot ever look at the sun with her again.
• You are mean.
• Why did you kill her if you loved her so much.
• Why did the old man killed the fish?
• Who are you talking about.
• The Old Man and The Sea. I have to admit it is my favorite.

Now I remembered. He was exactly like the image that I had from the Old Man in that book. “Really? I hated that book.” I said with surprise.

He got excited and sat behind the table. “so we can have a discussion about it.” he said like a teenage boy.

• sure Mr.Marks.
• The Old Man and The Sea was beautiful. It had a beautiful story, with a simplistic writing style. It was all about love and it was completely useless.
• It was boring. I could not think about it. There was nothing special about that book.
• Don’t you see it. It was very special. Everything in that book can be taken as a symbol. I think the boy does not exist at all. He was just a reflection of the Old Mans life.
• I understand that this part of the story was nice. But the story did not have many things to allow my imagination to flourish. It was a blank book that I did not have anything to think about after I finished it.
• Well I understand your point. I assume this is just the difference in out view about beauty.
• So your point about the poem is that you made her die. Someone killed her to protect you. If it is like that who killed her?
• She killed herself by shooting the albatross!
• What are you talking about?
• Did you read “ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”?
• Oh... Now I remember. So by shooting at the albatross, she killed herself. But you should not stop leaving because you lost someone. Why did you confess you killed her?

- “Is there a solitary wretch who hies

To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,

And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes

Its distance from the waves that chide below;

Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs

Chills his cold bed upon the mountain turf,

With hoarse, half-utter'd lamentation, lies

Murmuring responses to the dashing surf?

In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,

I see him more with envy than with fear;

He has no nice felicities that shrink

From giant horrors; wildly wandering here,

He seems (uncursed with reason) not to know

The depth or the duration of his woe.”

(Charlotte Smith, On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headline Overlooking the Sea, Because it was Frequented by a Lunatic.)