The two ladies mention the fact that life isn’t always kind to them and it won’t always be kind to the boys; In “Thank you Ma’am” Mrs. Jones says “I were young once and I wanted things I could not get.” (p.151), In “Mother to Son” the mother states “Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair” (stanza 1, line 2). They basically say, that life is not necessarily fair.

     The women mention in response to life not being fair, to not give up/ or resort to stealing from people because you say your life is too hard. “‘And, nest time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else’s'” (p.152) Luella says in “Thank you, Ma’am” while in “Mother to Son” The mother states “Don’t you fall now- For I’s still goin’, honey” (stanza 2, line 15-17).

     This isn’t so much of a personality similarity- but still a similarity. Both ladies have the same incorrect grammar, “‘Maybe you ain’t been to your supper, either, late as it be’” (p.151) Mrs. Jones says in “Thank you, Ma’am,” Just at the mother says “I’s been climbin’ on” or “cause you find it’s kinder hard” (stanza 2, line 3 and 15), in “Mother to Son,” both ladies speak in the same wrong grammar- they are probably from the same region.

     The two ladies in both story and poem basically proof themselves to be very similar. Same grammar and same views on life- who knows, they may even be the same person!

       We, being people shouldn’t have more power over one another as to choose which people get to live or not. Do humans get to choose which fellow humans deserve death? “And how easy it would be to kill him. And he deserves it. Does he? No!” (p.76) The barber clearly believes no one deserves death, even the dictator who thinks of killing as a game.

      Killing Captain Torres, the dictator, would only put the barber on the same level as him: “You are an executioner and I am only a barber. Each person has his own place in the scheme of things” (p.77) The barber notes this in his brain as he decides whether to kill Torres, the barber isn’t the one to kill the dictator.

     The barber holds too much of a conscience to kill Captain Torres. “You came to me for a shave. And I perform my work honorbaly… I don’t want blood on my hands. Just lather, that’s all” (p.77) The barber couldn’t handle the thought of a person’s blood on his hands, only lather. He doesn’t think of himself as a murderer and only wants to live life as the simple barber he is.

     Being part of a life or death desicion is tough, except, we shouldn’t even have to think about it. The only one who chooses when we die is God. No human has that right, and no human should have so much power over us as to choose our death.

    Irony of situation is the first out of three types of irony, “I forced the last stone into position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal disturbed them. In pace requiescat!” In pace requiescat is latin for rest in peace, this irony is used in a creepy way. Montressor (the one who had basically locked Fortunato in a crypt) probably didnt even care if Fortunato rested in peace, he’d killed him in the first place! This irony makes Montressor look like a scary murderer, and gives the reader chills at the end of the story.

    Verbal irony, the second of the three ironies, is basically what it is called. Using irony in a verbal way, “‘We will go back; your health is precious.’” Montressor was using a bit of trickery, reverse physcology on the poor, drunk Fortunato. Montressor obviously does not care about Fortunato, considering he plans to starve the man in a dark, cold crypt.

    Dramatic irony, the last of the three ironies, creates maybe the most suspense. You’re just waiting, and you’re heart goes faster, wondering whats gonna happen next. “‘These vaults,’ he said, ‘are extensive.’ ‘The Montressors,’ I replied, ‘were a great and numerous family.’ ‘I forgot your arms.’ ‘A huge foot d’or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant who fangs are imbedded in the heel.’ ‘And the motto?’ ‘Nemo me impune lacessit.’” Nemo me impune lacessit means don’t mess with us, in latin. And when asking this Fortunato makes himself a fool in a way. Fortunato is taking a private tour of a CRYPT with Montressor, knowing that he had messed with Montressor’s family. Montressor probably is not taking the tour just to look for wine, because, no one messes with the Montressors.

   Irony creates suspense, as I have proven in the examples above. Irony created this story the way it is, without irony this story wouldn’t have suspense. It would have lost it’s meaning! “My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met.” This story needed the irony to be what it is.

   “what is that!?” I asked, “its called wasabi” kim said, “looks like guacamole to me” I said. “I dare you to eat all  of it” she smiled. It couldnt possibly taste that bad, even though i probably should have gotten what the slightly disgusted look on Kim’s face when she sad “wasabi”, i wasn’t thinking about that- i wanted to know what the green chunk was, so of course i don’t think about it as i snatch up the chopsticks.

    So i snatch up the wasabi with my finger stick it into my mouth.. and i was wrong.. it could taste that bad! It was gross and bitter, well just every disgusting taste mixed together into one green ball! As much as i wanted to spit it back up, i just swallowed it quickly. That of course, was my second mistake

   Kim made a loud gasp, “I cant believe you just ate that!” she said shocked, as I was gagging. It was a fast movement.. too fast for her to stop me! after swallowing it, Kim laughed “Uhh, Angie are you okay??” I looked at her with a sick frown, “I think Im gonna puke” I said. It gave me the worst stomach ache, luckily though, I lasted the day without puking. Except the rest of the trip to the mall wasnt as fun with such an upset stomach! To this day, I have never eaten wasabi again! It is gross, and disgusting, and abnormal! I have learned my lesson.

   “what is that!?” I asked, “its called wasbabi” kim said, “looks like guacomale to me” I said. “I dare you to eat all  of it” she smiled. It couldnt possibly taste that bad, even though i probably should have gotten what the slightly disgusted look on Kim’s face when she sad “wasabi”, i wasn’t thinking about that- i wanted to know what the green chunk was, so of course i don’t think about it as i snatch up the chopsticks.

    So i snatch up the wasabi with my finger stick it into my mouth.. and i was wrong.. it could taste that bad! It was gross and bitter, well.. just every disgusting taste mixed together into one green ball! As much as i wanted to spit it back up, i just swallowed it quickly.. and that of course, was my second mistake

   Kim made a loud gasp, “I cant believe you just ate that!” she said shocked, as i was gagging. It was a fast movement.. too fast for her to stop me! after swallowing it, Kim laughed “Uhh, angie are you okay??” I looked at her with a sick frown, “I think Im gonna puke” i said, it gave me the worst stomachache, luckiliy though, i lasted the day without puking. Except the rest of the trip to the mall wasnt as fun with such an upset stomach! To this day, i have never eaten wasabi again! It is gross, and disgusting, and abnormal! I have learned my lesson.

   “what is that!?” I asked, “its called wasbabi” kim said, “looks like guacomale to me” I said. “I dare you to eat all  of it” she smiled. It couldnt possibly taste that bad, even though i probably should have gotten what the slightly disgusted look on Kim’s face when she sad “wasabi”, i wasn’t thinking about that- i wanted to know what the green chunk was, so of course i don’t think about it as i snatch up the chopsticks.

    So i snatch up the wasabi with my finger stick it into my mouth.. and i was wrong.. it could taste that bad! It was gross and bitter, well.. just every disgusting taste mixed together into one green ball! As much as i wanted to spit it back up, i just swallowed it quickly.. and that of course, was my second mistake

   Kim made a loud gasp, “I cant believe you just ate that!” she said shocked, as i was gagging. It was a fast movement.. too fast for her to stop me! after swallowing it, Kim laughed “Uhh, angie are you okay??” I looked at her with a sick frown, “I think Im gonna puke” i said, it gave me the worst stomachache, luckiliy though, i lasted the day without puking. Except the rest of the trip to the mall wasnt as fun with such an upset stomach! To this day, i have never eaten wasabi again! It is gross, and disgusting, and abnormal! I have learned my lesson.