essay#10 rooster

Cooper Feltes

Mr. Salsich
English 8
December 9, 2009

Metaphor:

An Essay to Explain Metaphors

 We all have analogies for what we're feeling. One hour, we could feel like a flower, yet another, we could feel like a rock. Different events change our thoughts, and our moods seem to act accordingly. Finding a day where one emotion conquerers the entire day is rare.

    In To Kill a Mockingbird, Bob Ewell is referred to multiple times as a "little red rooster". giving the circumstances of the court, this could mean that his face is red like a rooster. This could be implying that he is lying and he has trouble hiding it.  I've never heard this statement before, but Mr. Ewell's possible lies could be compared to a "red rooster". Mr. Ewell could also be called this because he was embarrassed. I always get a red face when I get embarrassed. It is no surprise that he would be embarrassed about his illiterate education exposed by Atticus. Mr. Ewell is really holding up against Attucus' verbal attacks, but really needs to get himself out of the hole of lies he created.

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    If I was required to think up a metaphor  to describe me, I would probably say a lamp surrounded  by a lampshade. I would say this because of the virtual barrier of my mind. The lampshade, much like it's effect on a lamp, dampens the ideas my brain emit. Although it smooths out the "light" to make it more acceptable, if it weren't there, the "light" might be to bright, like a bare light bulb. What this "lampshade" on my mind could be is a mystery. It could be an inability to smoothly transmit my ideas verbally, or the social barrier that shoots down new ideas all the time. Whatever it is, it holds many of my thoughts inside and keeps them from leaving. This "lampshade" is one of the strongest barriers around, but, then again, everything has a weakness

    Weather I am a lamp or Mr. Ewell is a "red little rooster", there is always reasoning behind it. My thoughts and my feelings create the aurora (or "lampshade") that mulls the sharoness of my mind. Mr. Ewell, however, hasn't had his own opinion in his description. Creating names(in Mr. Ewell's case), seems as though its easy and clever, but can receive hurtful cynicism from the unexpected viewer.