I need some quotes from Treasure Island that support the themes of friendhip, coming of age, and the search for role models.I am doing a project on the book Treasure Island and I need 2 quotes for...
I need some quotes from Treasure Island that support the themes of friendhip, coming of age, and the search for role models.
I am doing a project on the book Treasure Island and I need 2 quotes for each theme: Friendship, Coming of Age, and Search for role models. Do you know where I can get help with finding some?
"All the crew respected and even obeyed [Long John Silver]. He had a way of talking to each and doing everybody some particular service. To me he was unweariedly kind, and always glad to see me in the galley, which he kept as clean as a new pin, the dishes hanging up burnished and his parrot in a cage in one corner." (10.14-5)
"Did any of you gentlemen want to have it out with me?" roared Silver, bending far forward from his position on the keg, with his pipe still glowing in his right hand. "Put a name on what you're at; you ain't dumb, I reckon. Him that wants shall get it. Have I lived this many years, and a son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it? You know the way; you're all gentlemen o' fortune, by your account. Well, I'm ready. Take a cutlass, him that dares, and I'll see the colour of his inside, crutch and all, before that pipe's empty." (28.34)
Coming of Age
This quote shows Jim's maturing and is at the the beginning of Chapter 27, when Jim realizes he's actually killed the coxswain. Though he is distressed by the situation, he quickly recovers and get back in control of his thoughts: "Gradually my mind came back again, my pulses quieted down to a more natural time, and I was once more in possession of myself."
The bar silver and the arms still lie, for all that I know, where Flint buried them; and certainly they shall lie there for me. Oxen and wain-ropes would not bring me back again to that accursed island; and the worst dreams that ever I have are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts, or start upright in bed, with the sharp voice of Captain Flint still ringing in my ears: 'Pieces of eight! pieces of eight!'"