Weblog Entry 6

As a child, I had an almost incorrigible passion for flying, and the endlessly blue realm above that was the sky. I would go to city parks to fly simple diamond shaped kites, or tiny little helicopters that soared a staggering two feet above me. Whenever I was in school or simply forbid of doing these things, I would conjure up images of the sky in my mind and all of the tiny little entities that made it up, such as the clouds, the stars, and of course myself soaring threw them. Although I went through all of these activities to attune myself with the sky, deep down I knew that I would never actually know the joy of flight. To me, flying within an airplane was almost as unsettling scuba diving in a pool, and unfortunately as the years passed by my passion for flight was overtaken by the many sports and activities that i also played at that time such as swimming, simply by the fact that swimming was actually achievable. Much like my faded childhood endeavor,in the story The Bass, the River, and Sheila Mant, the author knows that although he has a passion for Sheila Mant, he will be unsuccessful in "wooing" her. This can be seen through the details in the text, for instance, he writes that "I would boost myself up onto our dock and glance casually over toward her, but she was never watching" showing that no matter what extremes he goes to to please her, she never notices or cares about anything he does. He also dresses her up to resemble this superior being,as he always addresses anything she does with prestige. For instance he describes her character as "unutterably suave, the epitome of sophistication" and even a simple action such as tilting her head as "proud and alert" while himself "as bashful and frightened as a unicorn" showing that there is a vast gap between them, and that he will never be worthy of her.