Frenzy

Bill Buford has this desire to get in trouble, that I'm still trying to figure out. He is following the hooligans of the Manchester United Football Club. He has a particular way of describing very dangerous situations. He uses very straight forward descriptions. He let's the reader imagine himself inside the situations and that is enough. His tone is filled with humor. The type that is only manifested when you are very worried about something and your way to react is to make a joke out of it.

"What do you do, I wonder, when your instinct is telling you to arrest everyone, and your sense of justice is telling you that you can't, and your mind, thoroughly confused, is telling you to smile a lot, and then you discover that in place of the person responsible for your predicament you have instead a twenty-two-year-old police dropout surrounded by 257 drunken boys on her first time abroad?

What would you do?" (p. 41)

Fear is something that can either help you or destroy you, it can help you think faster or it blocks your rational thinking. I think Buford was suffering from the second type of fear, because he remained static in the middle of the chaos.

I don't think the text grasps the feeling of anxiety a normal person would experience in that situation. Yet, I am an easily moved girl so perhaps my judgement is not very precise. One of the things that he points out and that shocked me was the savage nature of the herd of thugs. In their abusive rage they were moving further away from their humanity and ethics (They used to have one). The sensation of being in a group and breaking the law turned them into monsters.

"Looking around me, I realized that I was no longer surrounded by raving, hysterically nationalistic social deviants; I was now surrounded by raving, hysterically nationalistic social deviants in a frenzy." (p. 45)

 Frenzy!

Good Luck Future Husband

Should I say positive or negative experience? 

I am part of the theater group in my school. We are a very small yet diverse group of people, from a shy introverted kid, to the look-at-me kid. The theater is our sort of escape from our group of friends. That means, that we love our friends because they are similar to us; they know us and we know them. When we get to the theater, we get to explore and analyze people that are nothing like us, or people that we didn't know were so similar to us. In other words, people from the play entertain me when I'm tired of the same old thing. This year's play was my third one. I have discovered that my persona suits the hysterical old lady character in every play. (Or a vulture in the jungle book.)

I was Don Juan Tenorio's mother in our play, Don Juan. I had to transform my character several times. At the end, my character was a mirrored picture of my mother (if she was as religious as my character). I didn't notice this at first. My mother as a lover of the arts and a persistent supporter of my acting, attended the play. Seated next to my life long friend's mother she watched. I finished my scene and felt the satisfaction that performing brings me. Eager to hear the feed back, I looked for her at the end of the play. 

She told me while laughing: "Great performance, I saw myself in your character. Every mom in the audience laughed". 

I thought about it and I did mimic my mother's remarks and hand gestures. I had been struck by this knowledge long ago, but it just now hit me, I will be just like my mother. 

The hysterical old lady part suits me because, I am hysterical and I act, sometimes, like an old lady. I will become my characters. They were given to me and now they are forever engraved in my personality. 

OMG... GASP!

Good luck future husband! 

Rhetoric in the play:

We could say that a character such as Don Juan, has to arm himself with rhetoric. He had to give excuses every five minutes and he was a master in the art of seduction. Rhetoric as a mater of fact, is intended to seduce the audience make them do or feel as you intend. A good Don Juan knows exactly how to do that.