My Reflection On "A Telephone Call" by Dorothy Parker

My reflection on “A Telephone Call” by Dorothy Parker
Okay, so, I’ve just finished reading the short story written by Dorothy Parker, a famous
American writer and this is my reflection on this experience. To start off, I would make a
summary on what the story tells. This is a interior monologue of a young woman,
desperately waiting for a call from her beloved one. The lines in this monologue are written
so casually that it creates a feeling that this is actually happening in readers’ mind. It
makes us feel what the character is feeling, which is such a wide range of emotions. Well,
waiting is always a good thing to do. One man even once said, to wait, to be waited, I feel
that waiting is one of the most romantic words in the world. Yes it is, I agree with him. It
always makes me feel much more touching when someone tells me that they have been
waiting for me, and that they will always do, rather than I love you. I suppose it takes
something more than love to be able to actually wait for someone, to actually believe in
that person, to hope for the turn of the head, to stay still and look, and wait. However, the
waiting that the woman has been suffering throughout the stoty is another sense of it.
Again, I do agree with this point. Because, you see, the thing I am mentioning, this is that
thing! It takes you time, it takes away from you your happy moments. At first, it may seem
okay to wait, but as time passes by, the waiting can turn into a desperate thing. When your
mind start becoming into a mess, when you start to have those negative feeling like: “I
wish he were dead. That's a terrible wish. That's a lovely wish” or “All right, God, send me
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to hell. You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think. Your hell is
worse than mine” or simply “Damn them, damn them, damn them”. You start cursing
everything, you start looking at everything with a dark grey color, as if it was on the point
of getting into real black. You try to stay away from the thought but it just keeps haunting
you. All the plegdes, begging you made, worth almost nothing. It comes to a point in our
minds that we start to wonder, is it worth it. Is it worthing turning yourself into a demon,
for somebody who may be never ever coming back to you. LanZhan, HuaCheng, BingMei, I
don’t know what these three have ever done when they’re waiting desperately for their
beloved one, who is probably, or even surely, dead. Suddenly love them for so many more <3
My reflection on “The Happy Prince” by Oscar Wilde
Okay, so I have finished reading this short story by Mr. Wilde and he also said this should
be read for children; however, I do see something special in this that I couldn’t ignore this
story. This is the story about the love of a swallow and a prince. As to the Swallow, he just
broke up with his girlfriend, the Reed, and was trying to catching up with his friends, who
were already one step ahead him, to Egypt. Then passing by a town, he met the Happy
Prince, who is that “quite happy” person. But who knows, who would ever know, that the so-
called Happy Prince, was then, weeping. He was protected so well after the golden wall, and
due to that, when he went to see the outside world, it had hurt him so hard to see the ugly
face of society. He started to tell his little Swallow to be his messenger, to give wealth to
the needy, nigh over night. “Can you stay with me for one night longer?” and “I am waited in
Egypt” are probably the two most spoken sentences in the story. Gradually, the Swallow
can’t no longer leave the Prince, because, he has given his heart to him. But the winter is
coming, the Prince is getting “shabbier” for taking off his parts for the poor, and the
Swallow is dying, for the frost of the world. The Swallow made every effort to survive this
winter, to tell the Prince more stories as he had always did. But at last he knew that he
was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more.'Good-
bye, dear Prince!' he murmured, 'will you let me kiss your hand?’. 'I am glad that you are
going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'you have stayed too long here; but
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you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.'. 'It is not to Egypt that I am going,' said the
Swallow. I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’. And
he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet. At that moment a
curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the
leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. The Prince
is now broken. What they did, was remarkably amazing. They saved the lives of many
people, at the cost of their own lives. And yet, the ending was terrifying to read: 'Dear me!
how shabby the Happy Prince looks!', 'Little better than a beggar', 'And there is actually a
dead bird at his feet. We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed
to die here.’. These are the words two such wonderful creatures. They may just seem
‘little better than the beggar’, but what they did, is not something that everyone can do,
not to mention the mayors, mockingly: 'We must have another statue, of course and it shall
be a statue of myself.' Their greed cannot be placed at the same place with the heart of
the Prince, as it refused to be melted in the flame of avarice. The last part mentioning the
angels picking the body of the Swallow and the heart of the Prince as request from God
for two most precious things in the city is an recognition for the Swallow and the Prince’s
dignity. God said, 'for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and
in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.' What a story, a sad story. When the
good cannot be good and the bad just don’t have to get the bad. This is life!

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