Read the following story from the Modernist period,written between the world wars.In one or two paragraphs,analyze the themes,va
lues,and ideas that are reflected in the text.A Day's Wait By Ernest Hemingway He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed,and I saw he looked ill.He was shivering,his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.'What's the matter,Schatz?''I've got a headache.''You better go back to bed.''No,I'm all right.''You go to bed.I'll see you when I'm dressed.'But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of 9 years.When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.'You go up to bed,'I said, 'you're sick.''I'm all right,'he said.When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.'What is it?'I asked him.'102.'Downstairs, the doctor left 3 different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them.One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative,the third to overcome an acid condition.The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition,he explained.He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above 104 degrees.This was a light epidemic of flu,and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.'Do you want me to read to you?''All right.If you want to,'said the boy.His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes.He lay still in bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates;but I could see he was not following what I was reading.'How do you feel, Schatz?'I asked him.'Just the same,so far,'he said.I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule.It would have been natural for him to go to sleep,but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed,looking very strangely.'Why don't you try to go to sleep?I'll wake you up for the medicine.''I'd rather stay awake.'After a while he said to me,'You don't have to stay here with me, Papa,if it bothers you.''It doesn't bother me.''No,I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you.'I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the prescribed capsule at 11:00 I went out for a while.It was a bright,cold day,the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees,the bushes,the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice.I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek,but it was difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and slithered and fell twice,hard,once dropping my gun and having it slide over the ice.We flushed a covey of quail under a high clay bank with overhanging brush and killed two as they went out of sight over the top of the bank.Some of the covey it the trees,but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before they would flush.Coming out while you were poised unsteadily on the icy,springy brush they made difficult shooting and killed 2, missed 5, and started back pleased to have found a covey close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.'You can't come in,'he said.'You mustn't get what I have.'I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him,white faced,but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still,as he had stared,at the foot of the bed.I took his temperature.'What is it?''Something like a hundred,'I said.It was 102 and four tenths.'It was a102,'he said.'Who said so?''The doctor.''Your temperature is all right,'I said.It's nothing to worry about.''I don't worry,'he said,'but I can't keep from thinking.''Don't think,'I said.'Just take it easy.''I'm taking it easy,'he said and looked straight ahead.He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.'Take this with water.''Do you think it will do any good?''Of course it will.'I sat down and opened the Pirate book and commenced to read, but I could see he was not following,so I stopped.'About what time do you think I'm going to die?'he asked.'What?''About how long will it be before I die?''You aren't going to die.What's the matter with you?'Oh,yes,I am.I heard him say a102.''People don't die with a fever of 102 .That's a silly way to talk.''I know they do.At school in France the boys told me you can't live with 44 degrees.I've got a102.'He had been waiting to die all day, ever since 9:00 in the morning.
