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A Story,Heritage of Words
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A Story,Heritage of Words
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Heritage of Words - A Story
9. A Story
A story is a sort
story by Dylan Thomas. The story humorously presents the adult’s world from a
boy’s perspective (point of view).
A story is all
about a day’s outing by a small boy made with his uncle and his friends, by
Charabanc to Porthcawl where they never reached. The boy was staying with his
uncle and aunt. There was a great contrast between his uncle and aunt. His
uncle was a huge man who used to fill every inch of the hot little house like an
old buffalo squeezed into an airing cupboard but on the other hand his aunt
whom he prefers to say his uncle’s wife, was small, quiet, and efficient and
was like a mouse. She walked quietly like a mouse and got all her work done.
The uncle was very big and trumpeting and ate greedily, littering his
waistcoat. The aunt was so small that she could hit the uncle on his head only
if his uncle lifted her onto a chair and on his arms. The argument between them
was quiet common and comic to the boy. Despite the quarrel, the love existed
between them. His aunt didn’t like the outing. When they talked about outing
she used to be angry. She threatened her husband that she would go to her
mother’s house if he went on the outing. However, he did not care for it
because it was not new for him.
His uncle and his uncle’s friend used to make an annual
all-male outing. That particular year Mr. Benjamin Franklyn was a treasurer who
was watched and followed every time by Will Sentry. Will Sentry followed him
because he didn’t feel the outing fund safe with Franklyn.
The narrator got a chance to go for the outing with his
uncle and his friends who were all noisy, filthy, vulgar, dirty, and drunkards
and full of strange behaviors. It was a beautiful August morning as the thirty
odd men set out for the trip to Porthcawl missing Old O. Jones behind. The trip
was delayed as they drove back to pick old O. Jones. Again Mr. Weazley cried, “I left my
teeth” and asked them to go home to take his teeth. However, they did not
return saying that his teeth were not necessary in the journey. As they reached
the first inn, the Mountain Sheep, they stopped the Charbanc and went inside
leaving the boy outside to watch the Charbanc. The master of the public house
welcomed them as the wolf welcomes the sheep. Everyone was drunk inside. The
boy found them behaving worse than animals.
In the inn, they continued noise and argued each other. The
boy had nothing to do so he chased the cows with stone. They, then, left the
inn. Then they stopped at different pub houses on the way and were completely
pickled. On the way they reached near a river. They liked the cool water of the
river. In the river, some of them slipped the stone. It was a better place than
Porthcawl. All of them were there and they were drunk. They didn’t have any
idea how the world was going on. It was evening. They cancelled the trip to
Porthcawl and returned towards home. On the way home, Mr. Weazley coughed and
they stopped the Charbanc and drank the remaining cases of beers making a
circle.
In fact, the purpose of the outing was to drink and making
merry without the care of the world. Therefore, they stopped at every inn and
public house until, by dusk, all the men were pickled. Some were shouting, some
laughing, splashing in the water and dancing. None cared for food except Mr. O.
Jones. They never reached their destination as everybody decided to stop at an
open space for more drinks and merrymaking. The narrator, the small boy, was
tired and hungry who fell asleep under his uncle’s waistcoat. The moon was
already up. Thus, the story ends abruptly.
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Describe the outing from the boy's perspective
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