The Man's Point Of View Analysis
The Man’s Point of view
Although my body did not hesitate, my mind did. I began thinking about Juliet. I loved her, yes, but did she love me? Perhaps, her love for me is too great. I have seen her jealousy out of the corner of my eye when I even engage another woman in conversation-- even about simple matters. Could she handle the thought of me being with another? I’ve tried again and again to put myself in her shoes. The matter is just too complex. Thought after thought continued to flashed in my head like lightning during a storm. I was at the door. The time was now. It was all up to fate. I reached towards the door; my hand shaking. I closed my eyes. I could not bare to engage all of my senses in this moment. For a brief moment, there …show more content…
In a flash I grabbed the sword and climbed up the ladder to my right. I slammed open the trap door above me. It was pitch black. I could hear the tiger breathing. Its low growl revved up in intensity as it realized that there was fresh meat inside the room--me. They often starved the tiger’s for weeks leading up to a trial to ensure that its hunger would be satiated. The tiger lunged forward; its jaws centimeters away from my face. The chain jolted and forced the tiger back. The tiger had not been unchained yet. There was still time. I place the sword just on the inside of the door and walk out into the arena. It was blazing hot, and I was blinded by the sun for a moment after being in total darkness. People were just beginning to file in to the arena. Too occupied with finding their seats, and their conversation, they did not notice me standing dead center in the arena. I sprinted to closest wall, and walked alongside the shadows until reaching stairs.
I walked up to where my father was sitting, and I sat next to him. I made no eye contact, but I could sense the confusion and fury that was building within him. My father may be a barbarian, but he is also an intelligent man. He could not do anything. The arena was his most prized possession. Above me, above anything. To him, it was a show, and the show must go
Although my body did not hesitate, my mind did. I began thinking about Juliet. I loved her, yes, but did she love me? Perhaps, her love for me is too great. I have seen her jealousy out of the corner of my eye when I even engage another woman in conversation-- even about simple matters. Could she handle the thought of me being with another? I’ve tried again and again to put myself in her shoes. The matter is just too complex. Thought after thought continued to flashed in my head like lightning during a storm. I was at the door. The time was now. It was all up to fate. I reached towards the door; my hand shaking. I closed my eyes. I could not bare to engage all of my senses in this moment. For a brief moment, there …show more content…
In a flash I grabbed the sword and climbed up the ladder to my right. I slammed open the trap door above me. It was pitch black. I could hear the tiger breathing. Its low growl revved up in intensity as it realized that there was fresh meat inside the room--me. They often starved the tiger’s for weeks leading up to a trial to ensure that its hunger would be satiated. The tiger lunged forward; its jaws centimeters away from my face. The chain jolted and forced the tiger back. The tiger had not been unchained yet. There was still time. I place the sword just on the inside of the door and walk out into the arena. It was blazing hot, and I was blinded by the sun for a moment after being in total darkness. People were just beginning to file in to the arena. Too occupied with finding their seats, and their conversation, they did not notice me standing dead center in the arena. I sprinted to closest wall, and walked alongside the shadows until reaching stairs.
I walked up to where my father was sitting, and I sat next to him. I made no eye contact, but I could sense the confusion and fury that was building within him. My father may be a barbarian, but he is also an intelligent man. He could not do anything. The arena was his most prized possession. Above me, above anything. To him, it was a show, and the show must go