The Factory - Mary Dilworth Summary :)

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    The Factory
    I have always hated the factory. It has a gaunt steel frame like a skeleton. I've often imagined it
    without its red bricks, just an etching of black against a red sky.
    Of course, I've never said anything about this to anyone. Especially to Eric. You see, he
    5 loves the factory. He would like to put up his sign in those flashing neon lights that the city firms
    can afford. He saw a rainbow once over a petrol station there. I think he would have sold almost
    anything to have one of those on his roof.
    Every day he is up early. He sings in the shower and eats his breakfast quietly. He always reads
    the business section of the newspaper, then quarters it neatly.
    10 His days are like that. In four parts.
    The first is the morning, which I've mentioned. Then there's the day at the factory.
    That's in two: the morning and the afternoon. He uses the telephone to tell me when it's time for lunch. Just
    two rings. That's his code. Then five minutes later he's at the door, letting himself in.
    27
    He reads at lunch, usually one of the classics. He didn't have much education.
    15 In fact, that's why I met him. We worked at the same factory, ten miles out of town. It
    manufactured shoes and boots. I was the boss's secretary, and Eric worked the floor.
    I'll always remember that first day. He was nervous, tried not to show it, but his hands shook.
    His hair was brown, his eyes were brown, and the factory overalls were brown. He almost faded
    into the background of brown leather shoes. Which was quite funny at the time.
    20 But I was describing his day. And he's not brown any more. Streaks of gray and a balding patch
    which he rakes over, spreading the hairs thinly across it. And he wears a suit. Usually gray, with a
    red handkerchief in the pocket. I suppose his eyes are still the same color, but I can't tell you. If
    you asked me, 1 just couldn't tell you.
    I did notice they were red tonight, which was unusual, but then the whole day was different.
    25 As though the four quarters came together and just rolled away.
    I could draw the second half of his day with my eyes closed.
    In the afternoon, he has a cup of tea in his office, then he works until six o'clock.
    Two rings on the telephone mean he's coming home for dinner. He has a good appetite and
    enjoys his food.
    30 In the evening he likes quiet. He always says that after such a busy day at the factory, he
    needs to sit and think. Which he does, with his eyes closed, his elbow on the chair, and his thumb
    and one finger pressed against his forehead. Or sometimes he just sits and stares into space.
    Eric always goes to bed early. He feels fresh then for the next day.
    But now the next day won't come. It won't be Eric's day, and his eyes are red. I've never seen
    35 him cry before.
    I said this day was different. It's night now, and soon the dawn will come. In the night, the sky
    was red. A brilliant red. That was beautiful. Black against red. Like a devil with horns or the
    final crashing chords of a great concerto.
    I loved it. Black skeleton of steel in a fiery night. Of course the fire brigade came. I didn't call
    40 them. It was beautiful just watching the sky burning. I don't think I will ever forget it. Eric was
    asleep.
    They came to tell us as soon as they arrived. Eric knew straight away it was all over.
    I love the night. Sometimes I stay up for hours, savoring it. The stars and that great arc of sky.
    The immense pattern, the changing moods of wind.
    45 Tonight it was special. It was different. And I feel very tired. But happy. An exhilarated feeling, a
    prickling right down my spine.
    Nobody knows how the fire started. Accidental, they say. It happens all the time.


    The short story "The Factory" from Mary Dilworth is about a man whos' job is more important to him than his wife and loses his job one day caused by a fire in the factory.
    The story is told in the I-perspective of Eric's wife. She explains that every day is equal and that her husband lives just for his job. She is very upset about this. Although they got to know in the factory, she hates it, because the factory wins more and more favour about her husband.
    But one day is different to the others. The factory catches fire and Eric's wife is happy about this, because she knows that this will finally change their relationship.

    Viele liebe Grüße schon mal im Vorraus Smile

  • Also reicht wenn jemand (der davon natürlich auch was versteht xD) sagt ob das okay is oder nich.....brauche das dringend deswegen wäre es super wenn ihr schnell antwortet :)

  • Hey :) An sich ist das dir gut gelungen, nur in der vorletzten Zeile steht "Eric's wife"
    Das würde heißen = Eric is wife. Das Apostroph muss nur weg! :D Aber ist ja nicht schlimm^^

  • ...nur in der vorletzten Zeile steht "Eric's wife"
    Das würde heißen = Eric is wife.


    Ähm, nein!

    In dem selbstgeschriebenen Text gibt es viele Fehler, aber der englische Genitiv bei Substantiven wird immer mit Apostroph geschrieben.

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