Dialogue Essays: The Knee, By Ernest Hemingway

Knee's scrabbling in the dirt, and his chest heaving, Oxenham felt the bile rising in his throat, mingled with the bitter taste of alcohol from the previous evening's soiree as he reacted to the sight of the mangled woman. Why had he agreed to come here, what had he expected? In the back of his mind were the reasons he'd explained to his lover, but right at this moment, they seemed a distance away. It had only been his ego talking, yes let's go see a dead body, it'll be fun, and a way to prove myself, not just to my employer, but also to my lover. However, what the man couldn't have known was that there was a big difference between reading about the vile acts, and hearing about a woman's inenstimes having been ripped out, and actually seeing …show more content…
And hear the sound of her voice. The man expected, wll, he didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't the lightness he senses, or the - happiness?". And who was she speaking to, one of the coppers? No, it couldn't be. All of them had been too ashen-faced, and in shock to initiative conversaion, particularly one as light as this seemed to be. And it was curiosity, as well as surprise that finally gave Oxenham the strength to move. The coughing had now stopped, and when he raised erect, he was met with a pair of glowing green eyes. One's that seemed to pierce through him, and contrasted against the all black atire of the man who'd separated himself from the crowd, and the white teeth that gleamed with his smile. Although no sound emanated from the stranger's mouth, Darcy Oxenham gained the impression that he was being mocked, before the man swivelled his head back to his lover. Too entranced, too shocked, too unsure of what was happening, it all felt like a dream to Darcy, all he could do was swivel his head in union, and peer at Olivia. Did she look, …show more content…
Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen, as still as a statue, he stared, then his mouth opened, as if in slow-motion. "Madman, psychotic, tortured soul, or possessed by the very Devil himself. Who knows why men do such things, M'aam, but whatever the cause, I'm sure he has his own reasons, that you can be certain off. No man ever does things without a reason, no matter how insane that appears to others, and anyway, what is sane, and what is not? Who is the arbirter of sanity?. An eyebrow raised, and he man smiled, a geniune smile, but also one that contained just the hint of hidden knowledge, before he shrugged. "As if to whether they will capture him or