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1. The Sniper

1.1. Setting

1.1.1. Location

1.1.1.1. Dublin

1.1.2. Time

1.1.2.1. June

1.1.3. Situation

1.1.3.1. Civil war

1.2. Characters

1.2.1. Protagonist

1.2.1.1. Sniper

1.2.2. Antagonist

1.2.2.1. Enemy sniper

1.2.3. Others

1.2.3.1. Old woman

1.3. Intro

1.3.1. A Republican sniper is sitting on a rooftop, eating a sandwich and drinking a flask of whiskey. After that, he decides to smoke though it's dangerous.

1.3.1.1. He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk. (1)

1.4. Conflict

1.4.1. People vs people

1.4.1.1. The sniper vs his brother

1.5. Rising

1.5.1. An armoured car of the Irish Free State forces arrives, and an old woman steps out of the darkness and points out the sniper's position to the soldier in the car

1.6. Climax

1.6.1. Immediately he is hit by the enemy sniper in the right arm.

1.6.1.1. Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain--just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off. (2)

1.7. Just then an armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the gray monster. Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer. (1)

1.8. Falling

1.8.1. The enemy sniper gets into the trap and relax to move. The sniper succeeds his trick

1.8.1.1. Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him. Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky. The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil. Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber's shop beneath and then clattered on the pavement. (3)

1.9. Ending

1.9.1. The enemy sniper dies, and the sniper figures out that enemy sniper is his brother

1.9.1.1. When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet. The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped. Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face.(3)

1.10. Theme

1.10.1. War

1.10.1.1. Civil War

1.10.2. Brother

1.10.3. Battle

1.11. Literary devices

1.11.1. Pesonalification

1.11.1.1. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared.

1.11.1.1.1. This can show us how the background of the sniper's period.--civil war.

1.11.2. smilie

1.11.2.1. The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils.

1.11.2.1.1. This shows that what the sniper suffered from the injury.

1.11.3. Symbolism

1.11.3.1. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey.

1.11.3.1.1. The darkness and the pale like the represents the severeness of war.

1.11.4. Forshadowing

1.11.4.1. When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed.

1.11.4.1.1. This foreshadows the sniper knows the man that he killed is his brother.

2. Just Lather, That's All

2.1. Setting

2.1.1. Location

2.1.1.1. Barber shop in Bogota Columbia

2.1.2. Time

2.1.2.1. Around 2:30 in the afternoon

2.1.3. Situation

2.1.3.1. Captain Torres goes to the barber's for shave before killing the rebels at school

2.2. Characters

2.2.1. Protagonist

2.2.1.1. The barber

2.2.2. Antagonist

2.2.2.1. Captain Torres

2.3. Intro

2.3.1. Captain Torres comes into the Barber shop for a shave.

2.3.1.1. He said nothing when he entered. I was passing the best of my razors back and forth on a strop. When I recognized him I started to tremble. But he didn't notice. Hoping to conceal my emotion, I continued sharpening the razor. I tested it on the meat of my thumb, and then held it up to the light. At that moment be took off the bullet-studded belt that his gun holster dangled from. He hung it up on a wall hook and placed his military cap over it. Then be turned to me, loosening the knot of his tie, and said, "It's hot as bell. Give me a shave." He sat in the chair (1)

2.4. The barber struggles within himself to decide whether to kill Captain Torres or not during the shave

2.4.1. Damn him for coming, because I'm a revolutionary and not a murderer. And how easy it would be to kill him. And he deserves it. Does be? No! What the devil! No one deserves to have someone else make the sacrifice of becoming a murderer. What do you gain by it? Nothing. Others come along and still others, and the first ones kill the second ones and they the next ones and it goes on like this until everything is a sea of blood. I could cut this throat just so, zip! zip! I wouldn't give him time to complain and since he has his eyes closed he wouldn't see the glistening knife blade or my glistening eyes. But I'm trembling like a real murderer. Out of his neck a gush of blood would spout onto the sheet, on the chair, on my hands, on the floor. I would have to close the door. And the blood would keep inching along the floor, warm, ineradicable, uncontainable, until it reached the street, like a little scarlet stream. I'm sure that one solid stroke, one deep incision, would prevent any pain. He wouldn't suffer. But what would I do with the body? Where would I hide it? I would have to flee, leaving all I have behind, and take refuge far away, far, far away. But they would follow until they found me. "Captain Torres' murderer. He slit his throat while he was shaving him a coward." And then on the other side. "The avenger of us all. A name to remember. (And here they would mention my name.) He was the town barber. No one knew he was defending our cause.(3)

2.5. Conflict

2.5.1. Person vs himself

2.5.1.1. The Barber vs himself

2.6. Rising

2.6.1. The barber begins to shave when he recognizes Captain Torres that he is enemy.

2.6.2. I got on with the job of lathering his beard. My bands started trembling again. The man could not possibly realize it, and this was in my favor. But I would have preferred that he hadn't come. It was likely that many of our faction had seen him enter. And an enemy under one's roof imposes certain conditions. I would be obliged to shave that beard like any other one, carefully, gently, like that of any customer, taking pains to see that no single pore emitted a drop of blood. Being careful to see that the little tufts of hair did not lead the blade astray. Seeing that his skin ended up clean, soft, and healthy, so that passing the back of my hand over it I couldn't feel a hair. Yes, I was secretly a rebel, but I was also a conscientious barber, and proud of the preciseness of my profession. And this four-days' growth of beard was a fitting challenge. (2)

2.7. Climax

2.8. Falling

2.8.1. The barber considers all the situation and decide not to kill Captain Torres.

2.8.1.1. And what of all this? Murderer or hero? My destiny depends on the edge of this blade. I can turn my hand a bit more, press a little harder on the razor, and sink it in. The skin would give way like silk, like rubber, like the strop. There is nothing more tender than human skin and the blood is always there, ready to pour forth. A blade like this doesn't fail. It is my best. But I don't want to be a murderer, no sir. You came to me for a shave. And I perform my work honorably. . . . I don't want blood on my hands. Just lather, that's all. You are an executioner and I am only a barber. Each person has his own place in the scheme of things. That's right. His own place. (3)

2.9. Ending

2.9.1. Captain says the reason why he comes is that he heard that the barber is going to kill him

2.9.1.1. "Thanks," he said. He went to the hanger for his belt, pistol and cap. I must have been very pale; my shirt felt soaked. Torres finished adjusting the buckle, straightened his pistol in the holster and after automatically smoothing down his hair, he put on the cap. From his pants pocket be took out several coins to pay me for my services. And he began to bead toward the door. In the doorway he paused for a moment, and turning to me he said: "They told me that you'd kill me. I came to find out. But killing isn't easy. You can take my word for it." And he headed on down the street. (3)

2.10. Theme

2.10.1. Murder

2.10.2. War

2.10.2.1. Revolution

2.10.3. Opportunity

2.10.4. The cost of decision

2.11. literary Devices

2.11.1. Metaphor

2.11.1.1. A little more lather here, under his chin, on his Adam's apple, on his big vein.

2.11.1.1.1. The author depicts Captain Torres' vein as "Adam's apple", which means how easily could the barber successfully killed Captain Torres.

2.11.2. Onomatopoeis

2.11.2.1. I could cut this throat just so zip! zip!

2.11.3. Similie

2.11.3.1. But I am trembling like a real murderer.

2.11.3.1.1. This could show us the barber's emotion when he was trying to make a decision that could totally change the rest of life.

2.11.4. Symbolism

2.11.4.1. I must have been very pale, my shirt felt soaked.

2.11.4.1.1. The soaked shirt and paled face could have us how the barber felt when he was shaving for Captain Torres.

3. The story based on the war