I was weating something fierce, although I was cold. I could feel my palms getting cammy and the penpiration running down my back I get the that when I'm real scared. I glanced around for a pop bottle ora
stick or something-Steve Randle, Soda's best buddy, had once held off four guys with a busted pop bottle
but there was nothing. So, I stood there like a bump on a log while they surrounded me. I don't use my head
They walked around slowly stently, smiling, "Hey, grease," one said in an over friendly voice. "We're gonna do
you a favor greaser We're gonna cut all that long greasy hair off"He had on a madrasshirt. I can still see it.
Blue madras. One of them laughed, then cussed me out in a low voice. I couldn't think of anything to say
There just isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get mugged, so I kept my mouth shut. "Need a haircut,
greaser?" The medium-sized blond pulled a knife out of his back pocket and flipped the blade open. I finally
thought of something to say, "No." I was backing up away from that knife. Of course, i backed right into one of
them. They had me down in a second they had my arms and legs pinned down and one of them was sitting
on my chest with his knees on my elbows, and if you don't think that hurts, you're crazy. I could smell English
Leather shaving lotion and state tobacco, and I wondered foolishly I would suffocate before they did
anything I was scared so bad I was wishing I would. I fought to get loose, and almost did for a second, then
they tightened up on me and the one on my chest sugged me a couple of times. So I lay stil, swearing at them
between gaspi A Blade was held against my throat. "How'd you like that haircut to begin just below the
Then someone had me under the armpits and was hauling me to my teet. It was Darry
Are you all right, Ponyboy?
He was shaking me, and I wished he'd stop. I was diary enough anyway. I could tell it was Darry though
partly because of the voice and partly because Darry's always rough with me without meaning to be
Tm clay Quit shaking me, Darry. I'm okay He stopped instantly. "I'm sorry
Darry isn't ever sorry for anything he does. It seems funny to me that he should look just eactly like my father
and act exactly the opposite from him. My father was only forty when he died, and he looked twenty five and
a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers instead of father and son. But they only looked like
my father was never rough with anyone without meaning to be. Darry is six feet-two, and broad-shouldered
and muscular. He has dark brown hair that kicks out in front and a slight cowlick in the back-like Dad's
but Darry's eyes are his own. He's got eves that are like two pieces of pale blue-greenice. They've got a
determined set to them, the rest of him. He looks older than twenty-touch, cool, and smart. He would
be real handsome his eyes weren't so cold He doesn't understand anything that is not plain hard fact. But
he uses his head
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Identify the genre and subgenre of the above extract
Identify any two conventions to justify the subgenre.
Comment on the point of the view of the extract.
Identify the tone and mood. Give evidence to support your answer
Comment on the theme of the text with evidence.
Identify any one figure of speech. Comment on the relevance of the same in the text.
Comment on the character Darry. How is he described by the speaker?
Analyse the purpose of the text. What message does the writer give through his writing to society
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