You didn't provide the excerpt, so i can only say what he thought about it and then you can fit it in. Emerson was a transcendentalist and believed in the good found in men and had similar thoughts. He believed, like many others, that we are innately good but the society corrupts us, because it doesn't understand true and gentle souls.
Answer: Person vs. Self
In this type of conflict, a character finds him or herself battling between two competing desires or selves, typically one good and one evil. You won't get a more obvious example than The Call of the Wild, in which the protagonist (in this case, a dog) is torn between a domesticated self and a wild self
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Do you agree or disagree with this point of view?
I disagree with this point of view.
Find evidence from the story to support or refute the student's claim. In your response, clarify why you agree or disagree with the student's thoughts.
Ravi is a character in the short story "Games at Twilight", by Anita Desai. He and his siblings are playing hide-and-seek when he decides to hide in the shed where old furniture and broken things are kept. Ravi is excited about the idea of winning the game. He is motivated by picturing himself as a champion who got to win over older, smarter kids. After hiding for hours, he comes out and runs to the "den" to become the desperate winner of a game that had been long over. His siblings had forgotten about him.
Upon this awful realization, Ravi feels completely isolated. He is obviously a young child who is still insecure about his place in the world. That's why he is so desperate to win - to prove something to himself and others. But the fact that he was forgotten is utterly disappointing and hurtful. He does not feel included; he does not want to be included anymore:
<em>And the arc of thin arms trembled in the twilight, and the heads were bowed so sadly, and their feet tramped to that melancholy refrain so mournfully, so helplessly, that </em><u><em>Ravi could not bear it. He would not follow them, he would not be included in this funereal game. He had wanted victory and triumph—not a funeral. But he had been forgotten, left out, and he would not join them now. The ignominy of being forgotten—how could he face it? He felt his heart go heavy and ache inside him unbearably. He lay down full length on the damp grass, crushing his face into it, no longer crying, silenced by a terrible sense of his insignificance.</em></u>
