I think also Dylan Thomas is saying do not give in. “Rage, rage against the dying light” encourages me as a survivor of a suicide attempt, to grasp hold of life and don’t let go. Sometimes life is difficult and we cant see it getting any better. Dylan Thomas is telling us not to give up, to not take death lying down. The end of life is not predictable. We could die tomorrow, we could go on for years to come. When we are faced with death or fear of damage, fight, fight with all your strength until your final breath. This is one fighter who will not tap out.
Ben, when a person is given power over people, he also inherits responsibility for their well being. He can choose to mistreat those under him, or to care for them. If the leader is like the tyrannical oppressors of India, as the English were, the institution of government as a whole did not really care for the individuals under their care. This particular policeman, however, had some concerns not only to save the face of the colonialists, but for the well being of the elephant owner. He then had a burden, or was “trapped” in his freedom; under moral obligation to care for those he was oppressing.
Ok, in the end I admit, he killed the elephant to save face and to keep the oppressors in their position of power, but I think it unwise to assume that just because a regime is oppressive, that those who work for the regime are also oppressive in nature.
I was also unable to attend but I did read the original script and saw a production of the original on you tube. I don’t think it was his good deeds that got him through at the end but his reflection that he could have been much better. He was led through confession and was contrite in the end. Perhaps this was missing in the new adaptation? I am upset I was unable to attend. I do hope I get to read the Duffy adaptation soon. I believe someone in class had a copy. I may beg to borrow it.
Thanks for sharing your review.
(I made this comment on August 19 but neglected to add it to my own blog till now)
Oh, you did it. You spoke the truth, when neither Marlow, nor I could do. I couldn’t break the spell, the illusion that she had of someone she idolised, adored more than life itself. To what benefit was the truth told? Nonetheless, truthfulness is a virtue. All in moderation, I say! Feed the truth slowly so our taste-buds get used to the taste, or do we need to taste the bitterness of truth as it is told.
oh wow, what an incredible journey. Sometimes the best part of the journey is not the destination but the way you get there. How fulfilling it would be to hike up there. It would cause you to appreciate it more., Did you reflect on its meaning? I must say though that after walking up, I would have been catching the train back.
Your journey with God had just begun. As you continue on your walk there will be highs and lows. But the promise of God is that you will never walk alone. “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not be afraid. For you are with me”. Go with God Johanna. Blessings. Dave