The Outsider

esta es su parte:
role#4: you are in charge of analyzing plot. you must provide the five stages of the plot triangle for the story; in other words, you must state which is the story`s presentation, rising action, climax, falling action, and the resolution. make sure you also explain the main conflict of th text.

esta es la parte de vini:
role#2:you are in charge of analyzing characters. youmust answer questions like the following: who is the protagonist ? are there any secondary characters ? is there an antagonist ? wich characteristics do the characters represent ? what feelings do they have ?


The Outsider
|Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone |
|hours in vast and dismal chambers with brownhangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed watches in |
|twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees that silently wave twisted branches far aloft. Such a |
|lot the gods gave to me - to me, the dazed, the disappointed; the barren, the broken. And yet I am strangely content and |
|cling desperately to those sere memories, when my mind momentarilythreatens to reach beyond to the other. |
|I know not where I was born, save that the castle was infinitely old and infinitely horrible, full of dark passages and |
|having high ceilings where the eye could find only cobwebs and shadows. The stones in the crumbling corridors seemed |
|always hideously damp, and there was an accursed smell everywhere, as of the piled-up corpses ofdead generations. It was|
|never light, so that I used sometimes to light candles and gaze steadily at them for relief, nor was there any sun |
|outdoors, since the terrible trees grew high above the topmost accessible tower. There was one black tower which reached |
|above the trees into the unknown outer sky, but that was partly ruined and could not be ascended save by a well-nigh|
|impossible climb up the sheer wall, stone by stone. |
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|I must have lived years in this place, but I cannot measure the time. Beings must have cared for my needs, yet I cannot |
|recall any personexcept myself, or anything alive but the noiseless rats and bats and spiders. I think that whoever |
|nursed me must have been shockingly aged, since my first conception of a living person was that of somebody mockingly |
|like myself, yet distorted, shrivelled, and decaying like the castle. To me there was nothing grotesque in the bones and |
|skeletons that strewed some of the stonecrypts deep down among the foundations. I fantastically associated these things |
|with everyday events, and thought them more natural than the coloured pictures of living beings which I found in many of |
|the mouldy books. From such books I learned all that I know. No teacher urged or guided me, and I do not recall hearing |
|any human voice in all those years - not even my own; for although Ihad read of speech, I had never thought to try to |
|speak aloud. My aspect was a matter equally unthought of, for there were no mirrors in the castle, and I merely regarded |
|myself by instinct as akin to the youthful figures I saw drawn and painted in the books. I felt conscious of youth |
|because I remembered so little.|
|Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in|
|the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests. Once I |
|tried to escape from the forest, but as I went farther from the castle the shade grew denser and the air more filled...