Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Dialectical Journal #4

“I drove north. It's a blur now, as it was then, and all I remember is velocity and the feel of a steering wheel in my hands.” In this passage Tim O’Brien snaps after he figures out the he is drafted for the war. When he finds out he questions why he was picked, and gets angry. Later dismissing this feeling it never really goes away, it comes back in full force. As he is working one day it hits him, and he walks out of work, and drives north. This feeling of helplessness is a common feeling when it comes to death. While his life it not threatened at this very moment, the idea of war is enough to cause that feeling, and have death loom over his every move.

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