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One Lie Leads to Another Essay

The allegory that you might be interpreting in “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” is one of obligations that a person has that should be done before the end of the day or the end of their life. What obligations or responsibilities do you feel the pressure to come back to at the end of a day—cooking, children, pets, taking care of your family? When are the “promises” we need to keep made explicit, and when do they remain unspoken? The evening is “the darkest evening of the year,” winter solstice. It is also the shortest, in a period of cold and darkness. The images of the frozen lake, the dark, the deep, could be used to argue that Frost is thinking of death. Death here is beckoning, an escape from care. The repeated lines at the end seem to reinforce the heavy sense of obligation. They make the “promises” seem more weighty, inescapable. Therefore, while the poem is laden with images of death, the poem hearkens to life and fulfilling responsibilities before it is too late. The poem ends with the repeated phrase “…miles to go….” There is always something a person can do before it is too late. So in a sense, life is reaffirming even at the end.

Ruskin bond

Ruskin Bond was born on19th may 1934 in a military hospital in Kasauli, to Edith Clerke and Aubrey Bond. His siblings were Ellen and William. Ruskin’s father was with the Royal Air Force. When Bond was four years old, his mother separated from his father and married a Punjabi-Hindu, Mr. Hari, who himself had been married once. Bond spent his early childhood in Jamnagar and Shimla. At the age of ten Ruskin went to live at his grandmother’s house in Dehradun after his father’s sudden death in 1944 from malaria. Ruskin was raised by his mother, who remarried an Indian businessman. He completed his schooling at Bishop Cotton School in Shimla, from where he graduated in 1952 after winning several writing competitions in the school like the Irwin Divinity Prize and the Hailey Literature Prize.

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