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* The end of ''[[Flowers for Algernon (Literature)|Flowers for Algernon]]''.
* The end of ''[[Flowers for Algernon]]''.
** {{spoiler|p.p.s. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in thebakyard.}}
** {{spoiler|p.p.s. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in thebakyard.}}
** WARNING: [[Schmuck Bait|Do not read the spoiler text above]]. Just... don't do it. Don't do it.
** WARNING: [[Schmuck Bait|Do not read the spoiler text above]]. Just... don't do it. Don't do it.
* The analogy about the keyhole... It's not fair.
* The analogy about the keyhole... It's not fair.
{{quote| Charlie: I have often reread my progress reports and seen the illiteracy, the childish naiveté, the mind of low intelligence peering from a dark room, through a keyhole, at the dazzling light outside. I see that even in my dullness that I knew I was inferior, and that other people had something I lacked - something denied me. In my mental blindness, I thought it was somehow connected to the ability to read and write, and I was sure that if I could get those skills I would automatically have intelligence too. <br />
{{quote|Charlie: I have often reread my progress reports and seen the illiteracy, the childish naiveté, the mind of low intelligence peering from a dark room, through a keyhole, at the dazzling light outside. I see that even in my dullness that I knew I was inferior, and that other people had something I lacked - something denied me. In my mental blindness, I thought it was somehow connected to the ability to read and write, and I was sure that if I could get those skills I would automatically have intelligence too.
Charlie: Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men. }}
Charlie: Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men. }}
* Charlie's Nov. 16th entry near the end (July 25th in the short story):
* Charlie's Nov. 16th entry near the end (July 25th in the short story):

Latest revision as of 20:09, 7 August 2014


Charlie: I have often reread my progress reports and seen the illiteracy, the childish naiveté, the mind of low intelligence peering from a dark room, through a keyhole, at the dazzling light outside. I see that even in my dullness that I knew I was inferior, and that other people had something I lacked - something denied me. In my mental blindness, I thought it was somehow connected to the ability to read and write, and I was sure that if I could get those skills I would automatically have intelligence too.
Charlie: Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.

  • Charlie's Nov. 16th entry near the end (July 25th in the short story):
      • Please... please... dont let me forget how to reed and rite...
  • This troper only read the short story version, but the exact moment when Charlie's writing shows his decline, and he realizes what is happening to him reduced her to tears. Ditto for every time he mentions his coworkers in a positive light.
  • Pretty much every memory from Charlie's childhood.
  • The ending. This troper is a big believer in karma in stories. When a character, regardless of their track record, does something inherently wrong, he or she should be punished accordingly. Charlie, who'd been basically slapped around like a bitch for the entire novel, lost the intelligence he'd wanted so badly, and was on his way to the mental institution he swore he'd never go to. The real kick in the balls is HE DID NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS. He was a mentally retarded man who yearned to be "normal", and apparently that was too much to ask. Apparently that justified putting him through hell.
  • Knowing the final fate of Charlie, given that Algernon died, you know what's bound to happen...