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krakauer Epigrams A short passage quote or witty saying to focus the reader on the authors intent A literary device to focus the reader on a concept or concepts explored in a section of literature ID: 687803

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Slide1

Epigrams

Into the Wild

by Jon

krakauerSlide2

Epigrams

A short passage, quote, or witty saying to focus the reader on the author’s intent

A literary device to focus the reader on a concept or concepts explored in a section of literature

Every chapter in

Into the Wild

begins with an epigramSlide3

Chapter 1

April 27

th

, 1992

Greetings from Fairbanks! This is the last you shall hear of me Wayne. Arrived her 2 days ago. It was very difficult to catch rides in the Yukon Territory. But I finally got here.

Please return all mail I receive to the sender. It might be a very long time before I return South. If this adventure proves fatal and you don’t ever hear from me again I want you to know you’re a great man. I now walk in the wild. Alex.

Post card received by Wayne Westerberg

in Carthage, S.D.Slide4

Chapter 2

Jack London is king.

Alexander

Supertramp

, May 1992

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but a laughter more terrible than any sadness – a laughter that was mirthless and the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

Jack London

White Fang