With a sucking gasp, he spun around and ran, the damp sand crunching beneath his racing sandals. Behind him, suddenly, the steel encased flame flared into life with a thunder that shook the air. He watched it scramble across a log like stick, body mounted high on its motion-blurred legs, as high as the man's shoulders. He saw the poisonous glitter of the spider eyes. Its body was a giant, glossy egg that trembled blackly as it charged across the windless mounds, its wake a score of sand-trickling scratches. He went below and woke up his brother and told him about the curtain of spray that had run across the boat.Ĭhapter Two The spider rushed at him across the shadowed sands, scrabbling wildly on its stalk like legs. Then he was dry and the feeling was almost gone. It wasn't so much pain as a pleasant stinging, like that of lotion on newly shaven cheeks. He grabbed for a towel and dried himself. There was a curious tingling on his skin. He stood there watching it sweep across the water, sun-glowing drops of it covering him. The next he was being soaked by the warm, glittering spray. He ran around the cabin, wincing at the hot planks underfoot. "Hey, Marty!" The spray didn't look menacing, but for some reason he wanted to avoid it. He scuttled across the hot wood and slid down the deck. It was just coincidence that he pushed up on his elbow and saw it coming. He'd been sunbathing on top of the cabin. Then he saw that the sky and ocean were visible through it and it was a curtain of spray rushing at the boat. I see it as a coming of age story and how this child either A) lost it completely and killed her friend because of the negative things she said about her mother OR B) the situation, between the stress of hearing horrible things about her mother who could do no wrong in her eyes, and perhaps puberty, and definetly putting on the dress brought about a change in the daughter.RICHARD MATHESON THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN Chapter One It was the beginning. My take on it, regardless of the supernatural undertones, is that it is a story about how we can inherate our parents mistakes, genes, etc, or in this case monsterous tendancies. Also, the grandmother's line 'Oh god its happening again' (not an exact quote, Im sure) makes it sound as if it is a curse, or something along those lines that is inheritaded by the daughter. Ive discussed and read many discussions on this short story and to my best knowledge this is what it meant: There are several passages that represent supernatural themes, talking about the descriptions of the mother (hands, buck teeth, in the eyes of a child could be claws and fangs), the dress compells the child to defend her mother's memory. So Im no english major or anything, but I do love this story.
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