Name: Mohamed Abdi Instructor: Virden kamla Class: EN201 09/12/2019
You Only Fear the Unknown To dread the obscure, and to dread of whatever may come in our lives, has ages of individuals considering whatever our lives will resemble to the next day or the following moments. Demise is consistently there and it is not possible to escape it. Dying creates a frightening moment. Our individual humanity or the humanity of our friends and family panics us to the point that we at some point can’t control how we are managing such a mind-bending concept as the idea of death. For what reason do we dread such an incredible concept as passing? Nobody has a clue whatever occurs after you die. The dread of passing is distinctive for most yet it is still sure to happen and there is no way to escape it. For death is practically here, and perhaps it will show up soon! We know that we are passing one day, but rather the obscurity that originates from death is the terrifying object about passing.
Here is an underscoring subject of passing and the dread of death in both Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Cask of Amontillado’ and Dylan Thomas’ ‘Don’t Go Gentle into That Good Night’. The two stories recount passing and the feelings of dread of our human lives and what is to come straightaway. Poe’s short story centers around two characters that are of a similar fabric, two Italian men of some stature and class, yet one has offended the other. Fortunato is on the sad beneficiary of death and is uninformed until the end. Where his alleged companion Montresor has bamboozled him into the dim and terrifying tombs where Fortunato will before long be a piece of the various remains that are there. Presently that Fortunato has scholarly of his destiny, he accomplishes something that last demonstrates the dread that he has and thus strikes dread into his new enemy. Fortunato starts to chuckle and so that even he trusts this is a joke.
The scary chuckle of a terrified individual simply acknowledging what’s going on. The shouts are not heard for Montresor has covered him alive. What’s more, the exact opposite thing that Montresor hears is the hints of Fortunato’s ringers on this Carnival outfit. The dread of what Montresor has done and is currently living with that learning of murdering a man would frequent him. Indeed, even after 50 years as he recounts to this story you can feel that it doesn’t feel right. I believe that a man who holds such a gigantic mystery inside, for example, encouraging demise to a companion over something so play as to be offended, makes dread within one’s own mortality. In a manner living is more awful than biting the dust for consistently you realize what has happened and genuine demise will just bring a part of the bargain you feel regularly till at that point.
Thomas’ sonnet has a dread of death in it and it isn’t of his own mortality, yet rather that of a friend or family member’s very own life going to end, and that life is of his dad. The dread of losing somebody is difficult to contrast with some other life occasion. It is an outrageous and enthusiastic thing to need to experience. We feel a variety of feelings, from misery to outrage dread and bitterness. You remain there vulnerable not make any difference how solid you are. You watch with sickening dread as life actually goes by directly before you. It is startling to have no control of such a circumstance when all you need to do is to make it stop.
Thomas advises his dad to not go into that great night, he begs him to remain and not pass. He is irate about the circumstance and wishes that things could be extraordinary. The dread of death is in each one of us in such a circumstance where a friend or family member is on their deathbed. What do we dread in this? Is it accurate to say that we are afraid for the death of our adored one or of our own demise? He sobs for his dad and fears the realizing that his dad’s demise isn’t the keep going for he will sooner or later be there as well. Do these things raise that everything except nature sentiment of not realizing what occurs after death?
I think the subject of death and the dread of death is profound inside these two bits of work. You have on one had an uneasy story of homicide, and a pitiful story of the death of one’s dad. Both expedite the idea of ones passing into psyche. When you begin to consider it, and pose the inquiry what are we truly terrified of? I am not frightened and dreadful of death but instead the obscure of what occurs straightaway. I think we as a whole question our very own mortality when things occur in our lives, for example, demise of a friend or family member, or realizing you are the one that is going to lapse. If I somehow happened to be Montresor, and murder a man climate or not he was a companion or adversary.
I would scrutinize my very own life and the dread of my own passing would result. The not knowing when it will occur and the not realizing how the thing that alarms us the most is. You see as Poe permitted Fortunato to nearly deal with what was happening and he calmed down and only sort of acknowledged it. I am certain that Thomas’ dad was prepared to pass on and realized it was his time, yet the dread was presently Thomas’ since he didn’t have the foggiest idea when his dad would kick the bucket only that it would occur. The dread of the obscure is the thing that has such a solid effect on an individual. Both these works underlining subject of death have an alternate methodology and diverse method for advising this to the reader.
“The Cask of Amontillado” places us as the reader in both the characters shoes. We watch with sickening dread as one man does this arrangement. At that point we see another fundamentally oddity out as he learns his destiny, and after that quiets down as he acknowledges what is presently occurring. Fortunato’s dread alarms me more in light of how he amusingly strolled directly into this without anyone else’s input. He chuckled at death “the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.” (Poe 741) he also toasts to himself in a way when he said, “I drink…to the buried that repose around us.” (Poe 741) how terrible is that to be grilling to yourself. In “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” we see Thomas uses his lyrics to explain how he feels about death, scared and angry at it.
“Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray…Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” (Thomas 983). These two topics of death have demonstrated to us how demise and dread come connected at the hip however not generally similarly. We dread the obscure more than death itself, and despite the fact that demise is terrifying to see somebody experience or consider it transpiring the mind-boggling reality of not knowing when and where passing will desire us makes it the most thrilling, frightful idea you can consider. It is continually drifting above us there is no place to keep running from it and you can’t avoid it. You could be the most extravagant, least fortunate, most grounded and sharpest however the primary concern is demise will desire you regardless. Demise will discover you any place you are. We have no influence over when, and where and that is the reason we state we dread passing, when we just dread the obscure.