Ignorance is most likely the theme of the book. It is backed up by the blindness of the main characters Werner and Marie-Laure. Marie-Laure is actually blind and Werner is figuratively blind. Marie-Laure is able to sense her surroundings and is extremely observant, but is unable to actually see the world around her with her eyes. Werner has sight and notices that things are slightly, but fails to predict what is going on in the bigger picture. Both of these characters are curious. Marie-Laure is extremely curious about the world but is ignorant about what things actually look like, having to leave that to her imagination. Werner is curious about his radio and how things like that works. His curiosity with this has, unbeknownst to him, put him into the heart of a great war. He fails to see the bigger picture of this and sees the pieces little by little. This theme of ignorance is also supported by the constant appearance of numbers throughout the book. For Marie-Laure, she must count how many trees, sewers, etc. she passes in order to get to her destination one wrong count can be catastrophic. For Werner numbers are important because he is building things. If something is wrong in his calculations his result could be very different. The appearance of numbers is able to support the theme of Ignorance because even though it kind of defies it, it shows that they have to know these things in order to have success whether it is getting to her house or building his radio.
The English Renaissance Period Poetry Characterisitics
The English Renaissance was an important time in the history of literature and it is during this time that William Shakespeare, widely regarded as the greatest poet in history, lived and worked. Characteristics of the English Renaissance writing are humanism, religion, and Iambic Pentameter Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18) William Shakespeare , 1564 - 1616 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st. So long as m...
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