The Jungle
As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon I could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in my soul. A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source. I could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank. The river cut through the middle of the jungle and diverted into another as a tributary. Finally, the lions, the big
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As I observed the jungle I noticed a grape tree not too far from where I was, so I quickly dashed next to it and took a look at its beauty which put me in a day dream for about five seconds before I regained my senses. I spotted a ripe grape screaming “eat me”!
I reached for the grape with all my soul, as my mouth began to water, I snatched it violently eager to please my taste buds and quickly placed it in my mouth. I let the grape roll underneath my tongue and back on top where I balanced it as my body prepared for godliness. As my mouth began to flood with saliva signaling it can’t wait any longer, I crushed the grape with my first molars and the flavor exploded as if I had set of a bomb. I could feel, taste and analyze all the different flavors and dyes as if I was a living chromatogram, my taste buds eased with satisfaction as the appetizing juice ran down my throat followed by the violet exterior. I stood there with my eyes closed, captivated by what I had just experienced and convinced that this was truly the work of God.
The aroma of the vegetation of the whole jungle mixed all together and formed a smell that engulfed the air around me creating heavenly humid atmosphere. I took a deep breath in not wanting to exhale and wishing that it could be a replacement for oxygen, I could feel little drops on the tip of my nose that were tickling me. As I basked in this atmosphere it felt like I was in another
Upton Sinclair had always insisted that The Jungle was misread but did he ever think it could have been miswritten? The style of writing is not effective when addressing issues in a capitalistic society but proves to be very effective when exposing the secrets of the meatpacking industry. The novel is not remembered for being a classic work in literature but rather an important book in history in that it changed the way America looked at food in the early part of the century.
How did employment mistreat the workers during the 1900s? Industrial America was known as the rapid growth of industries, The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, gives graphic details on the everyday lives of working families during this era. Workers would be Americans, but also a lot of immigrants. The book is centered around is a Lithuanian family, whose set out for a better life; Jurgis and Ona. Sinclair focuses on explaining how the workers were exploited, not only in the workplace, but also the housing. Employees were expected to work long hours, with no overtime pay, terrible working conditions, including poor sanitation, and no safety regulations.
The Jungle, by Upton Sinclair, was a novel written to expose the harsh conditions of the meatpacking industry. The novel also describes the struggles of a family living in America.The novel changed the way many looked at society. Fortunately, that was Sinclair’s purpose of the novel. In other words, Sinclair included many themes for the novel like “The American Dream”, capitalism versus socialism, and even the horrors of the meatpacking industry.
Sinclair is very cynical about the American dream in this novel. The novel revolves around a main character that is very strong, good moral, and is willing to work as hard as necessary to make sure his family survives. Sinclair repeatedly uses the phrase “I will work harder” in the face of adversity. However, in this book the amount of work you would be willing has nothing to do with the success in Packingtown. After his newborn son dies in the mud, Jurgis abandons his family and starts running scams for Mike Scully. You would think if anyone could complete his goal of accomplishing the American dream it would be Jurgis; however in the end that was not the case. Jurgis preys on those just as he was preyed on, with no remorse. It is safe to
“The Jungle” is a novel by a renowned author by the name of Upton Sinclair. He is an American author who had an interest in addressing the improper conduct of the political and business class. He was born on September 20, 1878, in Baltimore, Maryland. As an author, he was able to publish several novels addressing important issues in the society. His novels include “The Springtime and Harvest,” which was his first novel in 1901 and “The Jungle” among many others. Through his work and dedication, he was also acknowledged as an activist who was ready to address and highlight any social injustice that infringed human rights (“The Jungle”).
The Jungle is a title that is open to interpretation, but only to a certain point. When I think of a jungle I think of a tropical area with many different plants and animals. In this story, though, it is nearly opposite. The city is a grey mess, and nothing really bringing life to it, other than the workers. Although, in the grand scheme of things, I do agree that Upton Sinclair chose the correct name for this novel.
“The Jungle” is a novel by a renowned author by the name of Upton Sinclair. He is an American author who had an interest in addressing the improper conduct of the political and business class. He was born on September 20, 1878, in Baltimore, Maryland. As an author, he was able to publish several novels addressing important issues in the society. His novels include “The Springtime and Harvest,” which was his first novel in 1901 and “The Jungle” among many others. Through his work and dedication, he was also acknowledged as an activist who was ready to address and highlight any social injustice that infringed human rights (“The Jungle”).
I was walking down the street alone coming back from the bar thinking about Montresor, a great and noble friend of mine.when I looked up to see him, He shook my hand with great pride. We had a short conversation, which then led him to talk about his fine wine, the Amontillado. I did not believe it! Then Montresor told me he was just on his way to see Luchresi whom, he thought to know wines just as good as I. I assured him, no one knew wine better than me. I asked if we could go to his palace and taste the Amontillado. I grabbed Montresor’s arm and walked with him to his stone palace. He then took two burning lights off the wall and handed one of them to me and kept one himself. We walked to a wide doorway and entered the room; I was very unsure about going into the room, but the Amontillado was waiting on me.
Eva Sinclair came from a wealthy and loving home. As far as she could remember, she had not been left wanting for much of anything. When she found out her family had to move, her father told her that he had received a promotion of sorts. She often wondered about that, how could her father receive a promotion when he owned the company. As it turned out, her father's company was a product of a merger which shifted the executive branch of the company to San Francisco. She just finished her sophomore year in high school, and developed several bonds of friendship. The move saddened her, as distance would eventually sever any bond the she would struggle to maintain. After moving, Eva insisted that she would go to public school because she wanted
The eulogized plight of colonial heroes fighting to ensure equality for a budding during the American Revolution is as natural to the average American as breathing. On the outside, there is no question about the authenticity of the idealized story and heroes that are the brick and mortar of American ideals of fundamental rights established in the Declarations of Independence by the founding fathers. But the actual ratification of that equality has remained the struggle of America since the beginning. Authors, philosophers, and masses alike have examined the foundation of the American society for the cracks of inequality, and many began pointing fingers at the Capitalist system. Pieces like Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle, added to the voices
Literature is a powerful and persuasive tool. History holds the proof that a well-written novel, even a work of fiction, has the power to profoundly impact society. One such novel is Upton Sinclair’s 1906 expose of the American immigrant, infamously titled The Jungle. The story is of the trials and tribulations of a Lithuanian family struggling to earn a living in the slaughterhouses of Chicago. The issues faced by this family are some of the most disturbing fictional depictions of the lower class, and some of the most well-read in the past century. The Jungle, now hailed as a literary masterpiece, is credited with being the reason for the Pure Food and Drug Act and Meat Inspection Act of the early 1900’s (Ewers). Though Sinclair’s story
A balmy smell lingered in the humid air, mixing with the scent of damp earth. Flowers were dotted across the luscious forest floor; their enticing fragrance leaving an odd taste in their wake. Vines twisted up the trees, reaching magnificent heights though some hung down like curtains, hiding parts of the forest away in darkness.
When looking into different books for the book report, I wanted to read something different, and something that I knew would help me understand the lives of those who witnessed first-hand what it was like to be part of America during the industrial ages. I had heard a few different opinions about The Jungle, and thought that it might be interesting to see what I thought of it for myself.
There are a million people, men and women and children, who share the curse of the wage-slave; who toil every hour they can stand and see, for just enough to keep them alive; who are condemned till the end of their days to monotony and weariness, to hunger and misery, to heat and cold, dirt and disease, to ignorance and drunkenness and vice! And then turn them over to me, and gaze upon the other side of the picture. There are a thousand-ten thousand, maybe-who are master of these slaves, who own their toil. They do nothing to earn what they receive, they do not even have to ask for it-it comes to them of itself, their only care is to dispose of it. They live in such palaces, they riot in luxury and extravagance-such as no words can
Alice saw an alluring forest further ahead, she slowly walked to this forest taking everything in as she was so mesmerized by the sights she was seeing. Alice finally reached the extraordinary forest. As she walked in she saw a turquoise lake filled with glowing fish. On her right she saw large mushrooms with colours that she had never seen before, Alice then observed the human like trees and watched the birds chirp along in the distance. It was like a dream come true for Alice, being alone in an enchanting world that seemed like everything was