Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Memorable Passage

The most memorable passage that I remember from a book that I have read is from the book The Outsiders. The passage is “We gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with those Socs! Let’s do it for Johnny, man. We’ll do it for Johnny!” This is the only book I have truly liked. And I read it in middle school, and after we finished the book we watched the movie. Which I think it made me even like the story more. I personally liked the movie more though because I would rather watch a movie then read a book honestly. The reason I liked the book so much was because about teenagers who were the people who were not popular but were cool. I also like their attitude in the story. There also is another good passage from that book that I liked which is what Randy said which is “You can’t win. You know that, don’t you? It doesn’t matter if you whip us, you’ll still be where you were before, at the bottom. And we’ll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks. It doesn’t matter. Greasers will be greasers and Socs will be socs. It doesn’t matter. This book seems to have a lot of quotes that are good, and it seems as they aren’t censored up or anything too.
            This book for some reason reminds me of the movie Grease for some reason, even though there are not that many similarities. It shows a lot of good friend’s though, and them sticking together for each others. A thing that Pony Boy said in the story that I liked was “Nature's first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf's a flower, / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf, / So Eden sank to grief. / So dawn goes down to day, / Nothing gold can stay.” It is kind of confusing to me about what this quote is about, but it does have a lot of heart into it.

1 comment:

  1. Great job on this post, Dalton. Such truth in the whole setup of the Greasers vs. Socs. Seems like some things never change even if the labels do. The quote in your last paragraph is a poem I've always liked by Robert Frost. I've always thought it means nothing really lasts. Trees lose leaves, days go by, even brilliant things turn to dust...

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