A Spiral With No End.

Imagine yourself talking with a teacher, usually you ask a questions and they answer or they ask a questions and you answer, rarely a conversation comes up. Now imagine yourself talking to your mother or father, you may be the kind of person that likes to talk with them, trusts them and share every detail of your life. I am not one of those people, a conversation with my parents is similar to the one with my teacher, they ask I answer. There are also people with the ones you speak about specif things. A conversation with my uncles and grandfather are about sports, traveling and food. With my grandmother it changes to fashion, shopping and family issues. Even with my friends, I talk about different things with each one. There there’s my aunt, with her conversations are like a spiral that never ends. We start talimg about one thing then we change to another and to another and to another, in the end we don’t know how we got to that topic in the first place.

Reading A Simple Soul reminded me of my aunt. Flauberts narration was like a conversation with her. He starts describing Madame Aubain’s life, then he describes her house, then before you know it you are reading abot how “she arose at daybreak in order to attend mass,and she worked without interrumption until night ”( A Simple Soul). The difference between Fluaberts writing and the conversation with my aunt is that if I you were to read one you would get bored and lost in the words. Instead Fluaber manages to make connections that make sense, giving the story its own rhythm, so the reader never gets bored and wants to keep on reading. Both are like spirals that do not end they continue going on linking one topic to another. If you were to draw a spiral on my conversation it would disorganized and shapeless while one of the book would seem infinite with a form like a chain of facts that sum up in the end.