Rhetorical Analysis Essay On The Catcher In The Rye

The passage begins on an unusual high note, with Holden’s three upbeat words, “The best thing.” But, by the end of the first sentence, Salinger hints that Holden’s reasoning might be more characteristically dark. To Holden, the best thing about the Museum is that “everything always stayed right where it was.” The reader isn’t sure what Holden means. “Nobody’d move,” he explains as a clarification, as if the reader would now understand. It isn’t until the third try that that Holden’s reasoning is clear. He likes that the displays of Eskimos, deer, and birds are frozen in action and never change. “Nobody’d be different” he repeats, completing the idea using Salinger's signature technique of repetition to drive the point home. To Holden, “the best thing” about the museum is that it never changes, unlike the real people in his

“Ow, ow, ow. stop hitting me, I came to cut him down. I see you met Katie she's not a big fan of me!” He yells up to you.

He started to catch up to me, and eventually picked me up again. “Let me go you d*ck.” “Can you stop screaming for two minutes and let me explain.” “You need water and food before you go on a long journey.” You don’t get it do you huh. I started to tear up realizing that if I try and attack him again, I was not going to get anywhere. His forehead was getting redder and redder each time I looked at him. “My nephew is all alone with my friends and they have no way to defend themselves at our camp. I need to be back there. I can not leave

I had the choice in the third and chose bottom also. I did a quick sit out and switch than he caught me flat and was able to get the legs in but no points. He quickly started throwing across cross faces but they weren't lightly either. They were fists coming across really hard getting a couple of knuckles to my nose. The first one hit and was a sting to my nose the second was a terrible indescribable pain that about two seconds later blood came rushing out my

On Monday morning at Fernandez’s house party, Fernandez and Henfling were under the influence and a fist fight broke out. The reason for the fistfight was unknown however, the outcome was tragic. Fernandez

I shot at him during the fight. I left after that. I remember that. After I shot at him.

J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye presents a look into the mind of Holden Caulfield, a popular literary icon numerous teenagers have rightfully found themselves relating to at some point. While the familiar emotions of Holden were welcoming for me, his anecdotes and witty remarks proved entertaining as well. The story chronicles Holden’s exploration through New York post-expulsion, with his point of view influenced by his growing alienation with the world. He represents that growing sense of unease at growing up and facing a reality that is not always pretty, and, in his case, a need to save children from having to face that reality. I personally admired the fact that he was not just an angry teenager in the world as stereotypes suggest.

“ I thought I told you to get the fuck outta here,” said the man from the slum. The man connects with a haymaker at Sergio. Sergio hits the floor face first.

I clenched my jaw and crushed my fists together. I gripped that ball and I whipped it right at his ugly face. I’ll show you who throws like a girl. The ball hit his glove with a loud crack.

The whistle blows and right way we tie up and he just starts punching. I back out, but while I’m backing out he rushes and throws me to the ground, luckily we were out of bounds. We tie back up and again a blow to the face with a clinched fist. No one sees that I 'm getting punched only I’m the one that knows he 's throwing punches. One more blow is all it takes for my nose to become a river of blood. At this point my face is starting to swell and turn red, but the I must finish the match. This just adds on to my rage. The whistle blows again and this time it 's our last tie up. I snap him down and crossface him so hard that the snot comes out of his nose. This is where the crowd goes insane because I just turned this

My first thought was, Yep, there’s definitely gonna be a bruise. Then I knew what I had to do. I got up, walked over to Mitch, and knocked him out with my bare knuckles. I then put on my backpack, and turned towards the videotaping guy.

I walked over to them and started to push Matthew around. He didn't retaliate so i started to push him some more and he started to push me back. I got mad so i came at him and pushed him to his knees. He started to come after me and held my arms so I couldn't push him around anymore. When he did that I started to shake around so that he would let go and it worked. I came at him one last time and shoved him to the ground. That was when Matthew's friends told me that the fight was over. I was out of breath while Matthew just gets back up and starts talking to his friends again. In the end no one said who won but I knew that I won and got my revenge on

His punch was near my face before my weapon hit the ground, his fingers flying by the side of my temple. I moved as fast as possible, hopping to the right to avoid the attack. I ducked and punched him in the stomach. His body cowered backwards in response, my fist missing by an inch.

I may not be able to punch him but that didn't mean I could kick him. I quickly put my hand on his shoulders and brought my foot up and connected with something hard and he started screaming and fell on his back with me on top of me.

When the ball hit me in the back, I shouted ,”What the heck dude!” I and turned around swiftly and shoved him down.