If you don't do what the doctor says you'll have to go to the hospital,the mother admonished her severely.
Oh yeah?I had to smile to myself.After all,I had already fallen in love with the savage brat,the parents were contemptible to me.In the ensuing struggle they grew more and more abject,crushed,exhausted while she surely rose to magnificent heights of insane fury of effort bred of her terror of me.
The father tried his best,and he was a big man but the fact that she was his daughter,his shame at her behavior and his dread of hurting her made him release her just at the critical times when I had almost achieved success,till I wanted to kill him.But his dread also that she might have diphtheria made him tell me to go on,go on though he himself was almost fainting,while the mother moved back and forth behind us raising and lowering her hands in an agony of apprehension.
Put her in front of you on your lap,I ordered,and hold both her wrists.
But as soon as he did the child let out a scream.Don't,you're hurting me.Let go of my hands.Let them go I tell you.Then she shrieked terrifyingly,hysterically.Stop it!Stop it!You're killing me!
Do you think she can stand it,doctor!said the mother.
You get out,said the husband to his wife.Do you want her to die of diphtheria?
Come on now,hold her,I said.
Then I grasped the child's head with my left hand and tried to get the wooden tongue depressor between her teeth.She fought,with clenched teeth,desperately!But now I also had grown furious—at a child.I tried to hold myself down but I couldn't.I know how to expose a throat for inspection.And I did my best.When finally I got the wooden spatula behind the last teeth and just the point of it into the mouth cavity,she opened up for an instant but before I could see anything she came down again and gripping the wooden blade between her molars she reduced it to splinters before I could get it out again.
Aren't you ashamed,the mother yelled at her.Aren't you ashamed to act like that in front of the doctor?
Get me a smooth-handled spoon of some sort,I told the mother.We're going through with this.The child's mouth was already bleeding.Her tongue was cut and she was screaming in wild hysterical shrieks.Perhaps I should have desisted and come back in an hour or more.No doubt it would have been better.But I have seen at least two children lying dead in bed of neglect in such cases,and feeling that I must get a diagnosis now or never I went at it again.But the worst of it was that I too had got beyond reason.I could have torn the child apart in my own fury and enjoyed it.It was a pleasure to attack her.My face was burning with it.
The damned little brat must be protected against her own idiocy,one says to one's self at such times.Others must be protected against her.It is a social necessity.And all these things are true.But a blind fury,a feeling of adult shame,bred of a longing for muscular release are the operatives.One goes on to the end.
In a final unreasoning assault I overpowered the child's neck and jaws.I forced the heavy silver spoon back of her teeth and down her throat till she gagged.And there it was—both tonsils covered with membrane.She had fought valiantly to keep me from knowing her secret.She had been hiding that sore throat for three days at least and lying to her parents in order to escape just such an outcome as this.
Now truly she was furious.She had been on the defensive before but now she attacked.Tried to get off her father's lap and fly at me while tears of defeat blinded her eyes.
Questions
1.Since the use of force seems a necessity in preserving orderly civilization,what does the story say about civilized life in general?
2.What has the straightforward simplicity of the narration to do with the emotional effect of the story?
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