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Just think about the dreamy Disney theme song: " HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1phzYE8nWDQ/" \o "When you wish upon a star" When you wish upon a star makes no difference who you are/ anything your heart desires/ will come to you." We are encouraged to dream big and wish for our hearts' desires. In "The Monkey's Paw," wishes do come true, but there's a catch. These wishes are granted with dark, scary magic that involves no Disney happily-ever-afters. This is one of those "be careful what you wish for" stories. It makes us think about everything we've wished for in the past, and everything we might wish for in the future. Instead of making us feel more desperate for a new smart phone, though, by the end of the story, we're feeling like our life if is pretty darn good as it is. Saving up for a phone the old-fashioned way sure seems a lot better than wishing on a cursed monkey's paw. Why The Monkeys Paw ENDURES "The Monkey's Paw" is W.W. Jacobs' most famous story and is considered to be a classic of horror fiction. It first appeared in Harper's Monthly magazine in 1902, and was reprinted in his third collection of short stories, The Lady of the Barge, also published in 1902. The story has since been published in many anthologies, adapted for the stage, and made into films. "The Monkey's Paw" was well received when Jacobs first published it; the story garnered rave reviews from some of the most important critics writing at the turn of the century. The story was also very popular with readers. Jacobs was famous during his lifetime for writing a particular type of story rather than for any particular work. Jacobs' tales are tightly constructed, humorous stories that usually revolve around simple surprise-ending plots. Many of his stories are set on the waterfronts and docks of London, which Jacobs knew from his own childhood. In addition to humor, Jacobs explored the macabre in several of his tales. "The Monkey's Paw" is probably the best example of this. The story opens with the White family spending a cozy evening together around the hearth. An old friend of Mr. White's comes to visit them. Sergeant-Major Morris, home after more than twenty years in India, entertains his hosts with exotic stories of life abroad. He also gives to Mr. White a mummified monkey's paw, said to have had a spell put on it by a holy man that will grant its owner three wishes. Morris warns the Whites not to wish on it at allbut of course they do, with horrible consequences. Anticipation Guide for The Monkeys Paw How is fate different from free will? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ How is luck like fate? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What are some symbols, objects, or behaviors that people use for luck? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 4. If you were granted three wishes, what would you wish for (more wishes cannot count)? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 5. People who believe in luck are superstitious. Do you believe in any of these common superstitions (events that can lead to good or bad luck)? Break a mirror = 7 years bad luck Black cat crosses your path = bad luck Walk under a ladder = bad luck Spill salt = bad luck (throw it over your left shoulder to undo bad luck) Lucky Rabbits foot = good luck Knocking on wood = good luck Opening an umbrella inside = bad luck Crossing your fingers = good luck Four leaf clover = good luck Horseshoes = good luck Bird droppings land on you = good luck The number 3 = bad luck comes in 3s Superstitions Mini-Researchan extra credit opportunity Many superstitions stem from the same human trait that causes us to believe in monsters and ghosts: when our brains can't explain something,  HYPERLINK "http://www.livescience.com/5046-monsters-ghosts-gods.html" we make stuff up. Superstitions have been around for as long as history has been recorded and they show up in all cultures. Research an unusual superstition (or talisman) that is found in our culture or foreign cultures. Explain what the superstition is and the origins of it. Note: you may not use any that are already listed on your anticipation guide. For example, many people believe that walking under a ladder can bring bad luck. While this really is just good common sense (no one wants to knock anyone from a ladder), there are two other possible explanations where this superstition comes from. One, Christians believed that the ladder leaning next to a wall (forming a triangle) represented the holy trinity. Breaking the trinity by walking through it would be blasphemous. Also, others believed that the ladder next to a wall resembled the look of medieval gallows, so it would be best just to walk around such an image. YOUR TURN SUPERSTITION _____________________________________________________ MEANING _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ORIGIN _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ SOURCE ____________________________________________________________ "The Monkey's Paw" Vocabulary placidly adv. pleasantly calm or peaceful; unruffled; tranquil; serenely quiet or undisturbed: placid waters. amiably adv. having or showing pleasant, good-natured personal qualities; affable: an amiable disposition. desirous adj. having or characterized by desire; desiring: desirous of high political office. condoled v.t. to express sympathy with a person who is suffering sorrow, misfortune, or grief (usually fol. by with): to condole with a friend whose father has died. rubicund adj. red or reddish; ruddy: a rubicund complexion. proffered v.t. to put before a person for acceptance; offer. doughty adj. steadfastly courageous and resolute; valiant fakir n. a Muslim or Hindu religious person or monk commonly considered a wonder-worker. jarred v.i. to have a harshly unpleasant or perturbing effect on one's nerves, feelings, thoughts, etc.: The sound of the alarm jarred. presumptuous adj. unwarrantedly or impertinently bold; forward fancy n. a caprice; whim; vagary: It was his fancy to fly to Paris occasionally for dinner. doggedly adv. persistent in effort; stubbornly tenacious: "I won't let you share my dessert! I won't! I won't!" the toddler said doggedly. talisman n. anything whose presence exercises a remarkable or powerful influence on human feelings or actions. enthralled v.t. to captivate or charm: the performer's grace and skill enthralled her audience. maligned v.t. to speak harmful untruths about; speak evil of; slander; defame: to malign an honorable man. antimacassar n. a small covering, usually ornamental, placed on the backs and arms of upholstered furniture to prevent wear or soiling; a tidy. dubiously adv. of doubtful quality or propriety; questionable: a dubious compliment; a dubious transaction. shamefacedly adv. 1) modest or bashful, 2) showing shame: shamefaced apologies. credulity n. willingness to believe or trust too readily, esp. without proper or adequate evidence; gullibility marred v.t. to damage or spoil to a certain extent; render less perfect, attractive, useful, etc.; impair or spoil: That billboard mars the view. The holiday was marred by bad weather. ill-gotten adj. acquired by dishonest, improper, or evil means: ill-gotten gains. prosaic adj. commonplace or dull; matter-of-fact or unimaginative: a prosaic mind. betokened v.t. to give evidence of; indicate: to betoken one's fidelity with a vow; a kiss that betokens one's affection. frivolous adj. characterized by lack of seriousness or sense: frivolous conduct. attribute v.t. to regard as resulting from a specified cause; consider as caused by something indicated (usually fol. by to): She attributed his bad temper to ill health. coincidence n. a striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance: Our meeting in Venice was pure coincidence. avaricious adj. characterized by avarice; greedy; covetous disown v.t. to refuse to acknowledge as belonging or pertaining to oneself; deny the ownership of or responsibility for; repudiate; renounce: to disown one's heirs; to disown a published statement. scurrying v.i. to go or move quickly or in haste. at the expense of n. at the sacrifice of; to the detriment of: quantity at the expense of quality. bibulous adj. fond of or addicted to drink. resolution n. a resolve or determination: to make a firm resolution to do something. apparel n. clothing, esp. outerwear; garments; attire; broach to mention or suggest for the first time: to broach a subject. resignation n. an accepting, unresisting attitude, state, etc.; submission; acquiescence: to meet one's fate with resignation apathy n. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement. shudderingly adv. trembling or quivering with fear, dread, cold, etc. scarcely adv. barely; hardly; not quite: The light is so dim we can scarcely see. audible adj. capable of being heard; loud enough to be heard; actually heard. resounded adj. uttered loudly: resounding speech. appealingly adv. evoking or attracting interest, desire, curiosity, sympathy, or the like; attractive. fusillade n. a general discharge or outpouring of anything: a fusillade of questions. reverberated v.i. to reecho or resound: Her singing reverberated through the house. The Monkeys Paw Part I Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess; the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical chances, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire. Hark at the wind, said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it. Im listening, said the latter grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. Check. I should hardly think that hes come tonight, said his father, with his hand poised over the board. Mate, replied the son. Thats the worst of living so far out, bawled Mr. White with sudden and unlooked-for violence; of all the beastly, slushy, out of the way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathways a bog, and the roads a torrent. I dont know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses in the road are let, they think it doesnt matter. Never mind, dear, said his wife soothingly; perhaps youll win the next one. Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard. There he is, said Herbert White as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door. The old man rose with hospitable haste, and opening the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival. The new arrival also condoled with himself, so that Mrs. White said, Tut, tut! and coughed gently as her husband entered the room followed by a tall, burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of visage. Sergeants-Major Morris, he said, introducing him. The sergeant-major took hands and taking the proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly as his host got out whiskey and tumblers and stood a small copper kettle on the fire. At the third glass his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little family circle regarding with eager interest this visitor from distant parts, as he squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of wild scenes and doughty deeds; of wars and plagues and strange peoples. Twenty-one years of it, said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. When he went away he was a slip of a youth in the warehouse. Now look at him. He dont look to have taken much harm, said Mrs. White politely. Id like to go to India myself, said the old man, just to look around a bit, you know. Better where you are, said the sergeant-major, shaking his head. He put down the empty glass, and sighing softly, shook it again. I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers, said the old man. What was that that you started telling me the other day about a monkeys paw or something, Morris? Nothing. said the soldier hastily. Leastways, nothing worth hearing. Monkeys paw? said Mrs. White curiously. Well, its just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps, said the sergeant-major off-handedly. His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The visitor absentmindedly put his empty glass to his lips and then set it down again. His host filled it for him. To look at, said the sergeant-major, fumbling in his pocket, its just an ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy. He took something out of his pocket and proffered it. Mrs. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously. And what is there special about it? inquired Mr. White as he took it from his son, and having examined it, placed it upon the table. It had a spell put on it by an old fakir, said the sergeant-major, a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled peoples lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from it. His manners were so impressive that his hearers were conscious that their light laughter had jarred somewhat. Well, why dont you have three, sir? said Herbert White cleverly. The soldier regarded him the way that middle age is wont to regard presumptuous youth. I have, he said quietly, and his blotchy face whitened. And did you really have the three wishes granted? asked Mrs. White. I did, said the sergeant-major, and his glass tapped against his strong teeth. And has anybody else wished? persisted the old lady. The first man had his three wishes. Yes, was the reply, I dont know what the first two were, but the third was for death. Thats how I got the paw. His tones were so grave that a hush fell upon the group. If youve had your three wishes its no good to you now, then, Morris, said the old man at last. What do you keep it for? The soldier shook his head. Fancy I suppose, he said slowly. I did have some idea of selling it, but I dont think I will. It has caused me enough mischief already. Besides, people wont buy. They think its a fairy tale, some of them; and those who do think anything of it want to try it first and pay me afterward. If you could have another three wishes, said the old man, eyeing him keenly, would you have them? I dont know, said the other. I dont know. He took the paw, and dangling it between his forefinger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and snatched it off. Better let it burn, said the soldier solemnly. If you dont want it Morris, said the other, give it to me. I wont, said his friend doggedly. I threw it on the fire. If you keep it, dont blame me for what happens. Pitch it on the fire like a sensible man. The other shook his head and examined his possession closely. How do you do it? he inquired. Hold it up in your right hand, and wish aloud, said the sergeant-major. But I warn you of the consequences. Sounds like the Arabian Nights, said Mrs. White, as she rose and began to set the supper. Dont you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me? Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket, and all three burst into laughter as the sergeant-major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by the arm. If you must wish, he said gruffly, wish for something sensible. Mr. White dropped it back in his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a second installment of the soldiers adventures in India. If the tale about the monkeys paw is not more truthful than those he has been telling us, said Herbert, as the door closed behind their guest, just in time to catch the last train, we shant make much out of it. Did you give anything for it, father? inquired Mrs. White, regarding her husband closely. A trifle, said he, colouring slightly. He didnt want it, but I made him take it. And he pressed me again to throw it away. Likely, said Herbert, with pretended horror. Why, were going to be rich, and famous, and happy. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin with; then you cant be henpecked. He darted around the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White armed with an antimacassar. Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. I dont know what to wish for, and thats a fact, he said slowly. It seems to me Ive got all I want. If you only cleared the house, youd be quite happy, wouldnt you! said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; thatll just do it. His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, with a solemn face, somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down and struck a few impressive chords. I wish for two hundred pounds, said the old man distinctly. A fine crash from the piano greeted his words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him. It moved, he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. As I wished, it twisted in my hand like a snake. Well, I dont see the money, said his son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, and I bet I never shall. It must have been your fancy, father, said his wife, regarding him anxiously. He shook his head. Never mind, though; theres no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the same. They sat down by the fire again while the two men finished their pipes. Outside, the wind was higher than ever, and the old man started nervously at the sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled on all three, which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the rest of the night. I expect youll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your bed, said Herbert, as he bade them goodnight, and something horrible squatting on top of your wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten gains. He sat alone in the darkness, gazing at the dying fire, and seeing faces in it. The last was so horrible and so simian that he gazed at it in amazement. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass containing a little water to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkeys paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed. Part II In the brightness of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table he laughed at his fears. There was an air of prosaic wholesomeness about the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the dirty, shriveled little paw was pitched on the side-board with a carelessness which betokened no great belief in its virtues. I suppose all old soldiers are the same, said Mrs. White. The idea of our listening to such nonsense! How could wishes be granted in these days? And if they could, how could two hundred pounds hurt you, father? Might drop on his head from the sky, said the frivolous Herbert. Morris said the things happened so naturally, said his father, that you might if you so wished attribute it to coincidence. Well, dont break into the money before I come back, said Herbert as he rose from the table. Im afraid itll turn you into a mean, avaricious man, and we shall have to disown you. His mother laughed, and following him to the door, watched him down the road; and returning to the breakfast table, was very happy at the expense of her husbands credulity. All of which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door at the postmans knock, nor prevent her from referring somewhat shortly to retired sergeant-majors of bibulous habits when she found that the post brought a tailors bill. Herbert will have some more of his funny remarks, I expect, when he comes home, she said as they sat at dinner. I dare say, said Mr. White, the thing moved in my hand; that Ill swear to. You thought it did, said the old lady soothingly. I say it did, replied the other. There was no thought about it; I had justWhats the matter? His wife made no reply. She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at the house, appeared to be trying to make up his mind to enter. In mental connection with the two hundred pounds, she noticed that the stranger was well dressed, and wore a silk hat of glossy newness. Three times he paused at the gate, and then walked on again. The fourth time he stood with his hand upon it, and then with sudden resolution flung it open and walked up the path. Mrs. White at the same moment placed her hands behind her, and hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron, put that useful article of apparel beneath the cushion of her chair. She brought the stranger, who seemed ill at ease, into the room. He gazed at her furtively, and listened in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady apologized for the appearance of the room, and her husbands coat, a garment which he usually reserved for the garden. She then waited patiently for him to broach his business, but he was at first strangely silent. Iwas asked to call, he said at last, and stooped and picked a piece cotton from his trousers. I come from Maw and Meggins. Is anything the matter? she asked breathlessly. Has anything happened to Herbert? What is it? What is it? STOP and PREDICT There, there mother, her husband said hastily. Sit down, and dont jump to conclusions. Youve not brought bad news, Im sure sir, and he eyed the other wistfully. Is he hurt? demanded the mother wildly. The visitor bowed in assent. Badly hurt, he said quietly, but he is not in any pain. Oh thank God! said the old woman, clasping her hands. Thank God for that! Thank She broke off as the sinister meaning of the assurance dawned on her and she saw the awful confirmation of her fears in the others averted face. She caught her breath, and turning to her slower-witted husband, laid her trembling hand on his. There was a long silence. He was caught in the machinery, said the visitor at length in a low voice. Caught in the machinery, repeated Mr. White, in a dazed fashion, yes. He sat staring out the window, and taking his wifes hand between his own, pressed it as he had in their old courting days nearly forty years before. He was the only one left to us, he said, turning gently to the visitor. It is hard. The other coughed, and rising, walked slowly to the window. The firm wishes me to convey their sincere sympathy with you in your great loss, he said, without looking round. I beg that you will understand I am only their servant and merely obeying orders. There was no reply; the old womans face was white, her eyes staring, and her breath inaudible; on the husbands face was a look such as his friend the sergeant might have carried into his first action. I was to say that Maw and Meggins disclaim all responsibility, continued the other. They admit no liability at all, but in consideration of your sons services, they wish to present you with a certain sum as compensation. Mr. White dropped his wifes hand, and rising to his feet, gazed with a look of horror at his visitor. His dry lips shaped the words, How much? Two hundred pounds, was the answer. Unconscious of his wifes shriek, the old man smiled faintly, put out his hands like a sightless man, and dropped, a senseless heap, to the floor. Part III In the huge new cemetery, some two miles distant, the old people buried their dead, and came back to the house steeped in shadows and silence. It was all over so quickly that at first they could hardly realize it, and remained in a state of expectation as though of something else to happensomething else which was to lighten this load, too heavy for old hearts to bear. But the days passed, and sometimes they hardly exchanged a word, for now they had nothing to talk about, and their days were long to weariness. It was a about a week after that the old man, waking suddenly in the night, stretched out his hand and found himself alone. The room was in darkness, and the sound of subdued weeping came from the window. He raised himself in bed and listened. Come back, he said tenderly. You will be cold. It is colder for my son, said the old woman, and wept afresh. The sounds of her sobs died away on his ears. The bed was warm, and his eyes heavy with sleep. He dozed fitfully, and then slept until a sudden wild cry from his wife awoke him with a start. The paw! she cried wildly. The monkeys paw! He started up in alarm. Where? Where is it? Whats the matter? She came stumbling across the room toward him. I want it, she said quietly. Youve not destroyed it? Its in the parlour, on the bracket, he replied, marveling. Why? She cried and laughed together, and bending over, kissed his cheek. I only just thought of it, she said hysterically. Why didnt I think of it before? Why didnt you think of it? Think of what? he questioned. The other two wishes, she replied rapidly. Weve only had one. Was not that enough? he demanded fiercely. No, she cried triumphantly; well have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again. The man sat in bed and flung the bedclothes from his quaking limbs. Good God, you are mad! he cried aghast. Get it, she panted; get it quickly, and wishOh, my boy, my boy! Her husband struck a match and lit the candle. Get back to bed, he said, unsteadily. You dont know what you are saying. We had the first wish granted, said the old woman, feverishly; why not the second? A coincidence, stammered the old man. Go get it and wish, cried his wife, quivering with excitement. The old man turned and regarded her, and his voice shook. He has been dead ten days, and besides heI would not tell you else, butI could only recognize him by his clothing. If he was too terrible for you to see then, how now? Bring him back, cried the old woman, and dragged him towards the door. Do you think I fear my own child? He went down in the darkness, and felt his way to the parlour, and then to the mantelpiece. The talisman was in its place, and a horrible fear that the unspoken wish might bring his mutilated son before him ere he could escape from the room seized up on him, and he caught his breath as he found that he had lost the direction of the door. His brow cold with sweat, he felt his way round the table, and groped along the wall until he found himself in the small passage with the unwholesome thing in his hand. Even his wifes face seemed changed as he entered the room. He was afraid of her. Wish! she cried in a strong voice. It is foolish and wicked, he faltered. Wish! repeated his wife. He raised his hand. I wish my son alive again. The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it fearfully. Then he sank trembling into a chair as the old woman, with burning eyes, walked to the window and raised the blind. He sat until he was chilled with the cold, glancing occasionally at the figure of the old woman peering through the window. The old man, with an unspeakable sense of relief at the failure of the talisman, crept back to his bed, and a minute afterward the old woman came silently and apathetically beside him. Neither spoke, but lay silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing up his courage, he took the box of matches, and striking one, went downstairs for a candle. At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he paused to strike another; and at the same moment a knock came so quiet and stealthy as to be scarcely audible, sounded on the front door. The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the passage. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until the knock was repeated. Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his room, and closed the door behind him. A third knock sounded through the house. Whats that? cried the old woman, starting up. A rat, said the old man in shaking tonesa rat. It passed me on the stairs. His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded through the house. Its Herbert! She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly. What are you going to do? he whispered hoarsely. Its my boy; its Herbert! she cried, struggling mechanically. I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door. For Gods sake, dont let it in, cried the old man, trembling. Youre afraid of your own son, she cried struggling. Let me go. Im coming, Herbert; Im coming. There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing, and called after her appealingly as she hurried downstairs. He heard the chain rattle back and the bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. Then the old womans voice, strained and panting. The bolt, she cried loudly. Come down. I cant reach it. But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If only he could find it before the thing outside got in. A perfect fusillade of knocks reverberated through the house, and he heard the scraping of a chair as his wife as his wife put it down in the passage against the door. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkeys paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish. The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him the courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The streetlamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road. Creating Mood The mood of a story refers to the general feeling or atmosphere created by the authors words. Authors rely on descriptive images and carefully worded phrases to get the reader to feel a certain emotion or mood. Cite three short passages from the short story that help create its mood or atmosphere. Passage 1 Copy down a passage from the story that contributes to the mood. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What emotions or thoughts does this passage bring out in the reader and how? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 2 Cite a passage from the story that contributes to the mood. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What emotions or thoughts does this passage bring out in the reader and how? ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Passage 3 Cite a passage from the story that contributes to the mood. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What emotions or thoughts does this passage bring out in the reader and how? ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Based on the three passages you selected, write three different adjectives that best describe the mood of the story overall. ____________________ ___________________ ____________________ The Monkeys Paw by W.W. Jacobs ~ Literary Analysis: Foreshadowing and Theme Part 1 Foreshadowing Foreshadowing is a writing technique that authors use to build suspense in a story. Often times it is easier to spot after you have actually finished reading the story and look back at some of the details that might have hinted at the outcome. W.W. Jacobs uses foreshadowing in The Monkeys Paw. Explain why each of the following story events is an example of foreshadowing. 1. Mr. White makes a major mistake in his chess game with his son. Unfortunately, he doesnt realize his mistake until it is too late. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 2. Sergeant-Major Morris tells the Whites of a man who wished for death as his third wish using the monkeys paw. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 3. Sergeant-Major Morris shows nervousness when Mrs. White jokes that her husband wish for extra pairs of hands for her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 4. When Mr. White wishes for two hundred pounds, the monkeys paw moves in his hand like a snake. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 5. After Mr. White wishes for two hundred pounds, Hebert says that he doesnt see the money and he bets he never will. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 2 Theme: Fate vs. Free Will Are the Whites responsible for the bad things that happen to them, or are they helpless victims of fate, destined to suffer? Is it a combination of both? When we look closely at "The Monkey's Paw," it's full of questions about how much power people have over the direction of their lives. This story is also about how we make choices. Think of Mr. White. He decides he wants to keep the paw, but it's Herbert who suggests the first wish, and Mrs. White his second one. He seems to make this second wish against his will. He knows it could be disastrous, but he does it anyway, either because he can't say no to his wife or because he wants to please her. His final wish, whatever it is, could be seen as a sign that his character is getting stronger. He is learning (rather late in the game), to take control of his life and to make good, careful choices on his own. Directions: Circle the quotes from the story that relate to the theme of fate vs. free will. Then underline the details within the quote that led you to choose it. "It had a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant-major, "a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from it." "I'd like to go to India myself," said the old man, "just to look round a bit, you know." "I was to say that Maw and Meggins disclaim all responsibility," continued the other. "They admit no liability at all, but in consideration of your son's services they wish to present you with a certain sum as compensation." "If you could have another three wishes," said the old man, eyeing him keenly, "would you have them?" "I suppose all old soldiers are the same," said Mrs White. "The idea of our listening to such nonsense! How could wishes be granted in these days? And if they could, how could two hundred pounds hurt you, father?" "You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming." "No," she cried, triumphantly; "we'll have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again." "That's the worst of living so far out," bawled Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. "We had the first wish granted," said the old woman, feverishly; "why not the second." "A coincidence," stammered the old man. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish. The Monkey's Paw Questions for Socratic Seminar The question you've been waiting for all your life: If you were given three wishes, what would you wish for? Remember, be smart about this and give it plenty of thought. You don't want to make the same mistakes the Whites do. Why doesn't anybody ever wish for unlimited wishes? Are there any ways that wish could backfire? Do you think Mr. White's second wish came true? We never see an undead version of Herbert in the story, we only hear someone knocking on the White's door. Can you think of any other explanation for the sound? If you were in Mr. and Mrs. White's position, would you wish for Herbert to come back to life? Why or why not? Is Morris an untrustworthy guy? Is he trying to make Mr. White want the cursed paw? How does "The Monkey's Paw" compare to other stories about wishes that you've read or watched? (Maybe  HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwsTXpDJSVE&feature=related" \o "Aladdin" Aladdin, the Greek myth of " HYPERLINK "http://www.shmoop.com/apollo-daphne/" \o "Apollo and Daphne" Apollo and Daphne,"  HYPERLINK "http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/13goingon30/high.html" \o "13 Going on 30" 13 Going on 30, or  HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LO3n67BQvh0" \o "Coraline" Coraline, for example.) This story helped horror-master Stephen King develop some of the plot elements and major themes that would win him a worldwide audience. Does the story inspire you to write a story of your own? What would you change? In what time period would you set it? What might your main character wish for? Compare & Contrast Short Story to Film  HYPERLINK "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugjegclLNhM" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugjegclLNhM As you watch the film version of The Monkeys Paw, look for similarities and differences from the short story. Keep you notes in the sections below. Then, summarize your observations in a compare / contrast PEE paragraph. Characters____________________________________________________________ Setting_______________________________________________________________ Mood________________________________________________________________ Conflict_______________________________________________________________ Theme________________________________________________________________ Other_________________________________________________________________ Compare / Contrast PEE Paragraph ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name __________________________________________ Date _____________ Block _________ The Monkeys Paw Write the letter of the best answer. ________ 1. The White familys initial response to Sergeant Major Morriss claims about the monkeys paw is mainly a. excited. c. frightened. b. doubtful. d. uninterested. ________ 2. Morriss own attitude toward the monkeys paw could best be described as a. angry. c. embarrassed. b. terrified. d. disappointed. ________ 3. People to whom Morris has offered to sell the monkeys paw have been unwilling to buy it because they a. feared its magical powers. b. doubted that it could grant their wishes. c. did not have enough money to pay the price he asked. d. were unwilling to limit themselves to sensible wishes. ________ 4. What does the story suggest about Morriss personal experiences with the monkeys paw? a. His wishes had mixed results. b. His wishes had terrible results. c. His wishes had pleasant results. d. He, himself, never wished on the monkeys paw. ________ 5. What attitude does Herbert display toward his fathers wish on the monkeys paw? a. fearful c. disgusted b. amazed d. lighthearted ________ 6. When the monkeys paw moves in his hand, Mr. Whites response could best be described as a. reassured. b. fascinated. c. excited and hopeful. d. frightened and disgusted. ________ 7. What is Mr. Whites third wish? a. that Herbert is dead b. that the knocking stop c. that Herbert had never died d. that he had never wished on the monkeys paw ________ 8. Which of the following phrases from The Monkeys Paw best describes the Whites lives before the first wish is granted? a. wild scenes and doughty deeds b. an air of prosaic wholesomeness c. steeped in shadow and silence d. the hopeless resignation of the old _________ 9. In The Monkeys Paw, which of the following lines spoken by Mr. White hints that the wishes can only change his life for the worse? a. And what is there special about it? b. It seems to me Ive got all I want. c. . . . theres no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the same. d. the things happened so naturally _________ 10. Which of the following lines from The Monkeys Paw is an example of foreshadowing? a. When he went away he was a slip of a youth b. Id like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers. c. [The monkeys paw] has caused enough mischief already. d. Did you give him anything for it, Father? _________ 11. Which of the following lines from The Monkeys Paw foreshadows what happens to Herbert? a. . . . I dont see the money and I bet I never shall. b. Were going to be rich, and famous and happy. c. If you only cleared the house, youd be quite happy d. I expect youll find the cash tied up in a big bag. _________ 12. In The Monkeys Paw, when a stranger comes to the Whites door, Mrs. White thinks at first he has come to a. announce Herberts death. b. give Mr. White 200 pounds. c. ask them for the monkeys paw. d. present a bill from the tailor. 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