A Response To A Clean Well Lighted Place

Though a figurative wall was built between the kids of today and the kids of yesteryear, the struggle of feeling one with youth and elders is difficult task to take upon. An example of this would be the two waiters, one old and one young, at this bar. A Clean Well Lighted Place by Ernest Hemingway shows that exact dissent between those two age groups.

This story of differences starts off in a café with the aforementioned waiters talking about an old man who is the last person there. This old man was not a new thing for these waiters because he comes there every night getting drunk. The reader may feel sad that the old man is always getting drunk and suspect that he is depressed. Suspicion stops by the next line of data for that the older waiter says that tried to commit suicide the last week. For the young waiter this is like hearing “The cake is a lie”, because he can’t seem to wrap his head around that because the old man has tons of money. This is where the separations in thoughts begin.

 As today’s world is more about wealth and power we can see why the young protagonist may feel abashment because for him and most other people in this world the equation is money plus riches equals happiness.   As wealth and greed have a lot to this many a reader may relate this story to John Steinbeck’s The Pearl because the protagonist Kino finds a pearl but then is over come by greed. As the story goes on the youthful advocate waiter finally ask the inebriated old fellow why he is so desolated even though he was affluent with money. As the groggy but still wise senior said that money doesn’t make happiness. 

Though this aphoristic anecdote was written in 1926 the message it gives the reader is one that people of all ages should know and follow. Though the idea of the young and the old coming together with one mind is quite a long shot, for now most can agree with  Ernest Hemingway’s  A Clean Well Lighted Place has the message for everyone.

A Clear Well Lighted Barnes & Noble

As we walk in to this place of books and media we seem to forget that there were two floors. We walk to the woman trying to not hate her job selling Nooks and we ask her, “¿Dónde podemos encontrar de 2001: Una odisea del espacio?”

“Su piso de arriba.”

“Gracias”

And so we head to the escalator and for me it was difficult since I am crippled at that moment. The shear thought of my head slamming into the spiked escalator stair made me cringe. Petrified I asked my father if we could take the elevator, and so we did.

As the elevator bell rung I knew we were on the seconds floor. We step off ready to find that book. As the literature safari starts we find it almost instantly. We then proceed to find some chairs. Looking for actual chairs in this store is like finding a strand of hay in an incinerator. Fortunately, lady luck gave us two chairs. Sitting down was a relief, taking some gloominess out of my day. We stay at are chairs not only because of the furniture vultures that swoop at any and all open chairs, but we were both fascinated with our book choices. Hours pass and were ready to head home, but there was one thing keeping us upstairs, the elevator battery was dead so we had to take the dreaded escalators. The steps were taunting me, always moving just before I was going on it. Finally I decided to go for it, but failed. The crutches fell and I was struggling not to fall into eternal falling. With an ape-like grip, my father grabbed my shirt collar and placed me fully on step and chased the lost crutches down the escalator.

After the near-death experiment I thank my father.

“Gracias”

“De nada”        

The Rose

The beauty of this flower hides the real personality, dangerous. As many have done one may unknowing of this blossoming bomb of thorns may grab the stem of this pollinating poison. As doing so he may scream, cry and look at his hand to find out the real reason of the red color.

Eclispe

As the light is stricken from our eyes as if a cloth were hung from our eyes we bring forth melancholy. Though upon a limb was torn from our body we surmise that we are solitary. We stay with this emotion till the vivid light restores the paradisiacal emotions as we realize that we can’t live without the suns almighty brightness.