Captain Torres-Personal Narrative

As the barber is carefully shaving Captain Torres beard, he is contemplating what he should do to the captain, since he had mutilated and killed many of his friends in the rebel group. The life of Captain Torres hangs in the hand of the barber, who is his secret enemy that can determine his fate.

However, only he knows this because he hides it in his innermost thoughts and doesn't show who he is on the outside. For example, when he talks to the Captain, he doesn't fully reveal his intentions to kill him, but rather has small talk with him. However, when he thinks to himself, it is a different story. "I could cut his throat, so, swish, swish! He would not even have time to moan, and with his eyes shut he would not even see the shine of the razor or the gleam in my eye." (pg 3) This reveals that the barber can only be seen for who he really is in his

There is not a contradiction between what the narrator says and his behaviours. There is not a contradiction because The barber/Narrator did not kill Torres proving his point that he is a better person than Torres and is not a killer. During the shaving, the barber states "I don't want blood on my hands, just lather that's all." which shows that the barber did not have the intent to kill Torres he just wanted to be a barber. A person can be a rebel without being a bad person. Furthermore, another example showing that the barber is not a murderer because of his comments is because everyone gets thoughts like those sometimes. If they were put in a circumstance where they had their enemy in the grasp of their hands. They are normal thoughts if

requesting a shave and begins discussing his plans for the captured rebels. Furthermore, this assessment by

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He pushed me back onto the bed and started to remove my boots. I then felt him kneel down and part my legs. He asked me when I had last shaved my pussy, I answered him right away “last week” I said, and then I realised what I had said. He said “you knew you were coming to Sir and you never freshly shaved your pussy for Sir”. I said in a panic that I don’t actually shave I cream off the hair and I am used to doing that every 3 weeks, can’t do it more often as it would burn my skin. He said that was okay but it would earn me extra punishment. I could hardly breathe, what did he mean I was getting extra punishment, this was supposed to be a demonstration, I wasn’t expecting to be actually punished. He continued the inspection of my pussy, pulling

Barber realizes “I must have been very pale and felt my shirt soaked in sweat”. Barber finishes the shave and Torres makes his way to the retrieve his stuff. When he pays barber and heads for the door he stops and says “They told me you would kill me”. These words caught barber off guard. The whole time barber was shaving him he knew that what barber was hiding. He knew that barber was a revolutionary.

(1)I walked into the barber and the barber was sitting near his chair stropping his razor diligently, as I walked in he started to shake slightly but then hid the shakes but in his eyes I thought I saw that there was some panic in them but I was not sure. He had stopped sharpening the blade during that but he was now doing it again I assume in preparation of shaving me. I took off my gun and ammo and I put it in the wardrobe that was for this purpose, I then turned toward him and said “I want a shave” with that I took a seat. My heart began to race as I sat down and I started to get nervous if I should just run but I didn’t show any of this in front of the enemy that might kill me, if I was going to die I wanted some dignity.

“You have to cut your hair. I will give you one week, and you have to