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Of Mice and Men


President Williams

on 28 January 2013

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Transcript of Of Mice and Men

A journey of friendship Of Mice And Men George's Friend and partner
in their journey Lennie Smalls Lennie seems to be be the exact opposite of George,
but the perfect friend and companion. those with power seemed
to try to feel bigger
by exerting their
influence upon the
lives of those that are
less powerful The significance or the workmen being
segregated a Prezi
Mr. Williams Lennie is a 'small' child
in a rather large
man's body. Lennie loves to pet
soft things like rabbits. Lennie is kind
and gentle hearted. A major problem about
Lennie's character is that he
tends to not know his own strength. Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal! Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast,
O, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With argumentative chatter!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal! But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear! But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast,
An' weary Winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald.
To thole the Winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld! You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.

That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold. I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request:
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen! I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen! To A Mouse by Robert Burns Small or Large
Powerful or Weak
Rich or Poor Everyone and every creature in the world
follow a path that starts with birth. human-kind's power over the creatures that roam the
planet disrupts natures tendency for working together
and harmony even though all journeys have the same ending The horrible part about the segregation of the workers is that even though most people choose to segregate themselves from others is that the black and minority workers didn't even have the ability to choose. whether the people were segregated by someone that had more power or not, MOST people choose to keep themselves segregated in their journeys with the exception of our two main characters Lennie and George segregation was also a major theme throughout the book... The author made many references to the absolute loneliness, desolation and hopelessness of being on your journey alone. Funny thing is that the author made many references that most men made that choice because they refused to trust another person Funny thing is those with power end their journey the same way... by dying I have no doubts that you steal
So what? Puny creatures must do something to survive
One out of twenty-four ears of corn
I can live like a king with the rest

I ruined your tiny house
Its weak walls are scattered in the wind
Nothing left to rebuild your home
December is coming, bitter and deadly tiny, scared and nervous beast
your heart is racing from panic
no need to run away
while screaming at me
I wouldn't chase and kill you

I'm sorry that humankind
has disrupted mother nature's harmony
which justifies your hatred
toward me my brother you found an empty field
with the cold of winter coming soon
safe beneath the winter winds
until the sudden crash of the plow
ripping through your home

your home of leaves and twigs
cost you a lot of time and effort
after all your plans and hard work
you are left without a shelter
with frost coming The same poem with
some interpretations The same poem with my interpretations But little mouse, we are the same
better planning may be useless
the best plans of the weak and even
the powerful, often doesn't work
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