Shooting and Elephant

reading this piece was at first a mistery. but as the story progressed it all became much clearer. i enjoyed being lost in the beginig because it only made me want to read on. the old language of english was captivating and different that what i am used to reading in present day. they descriptive writing allowed me to understand the culture. as i read on i understood more and more the atmosphere that this second teir police officer functioned in. personally torn between his beliefes and duties that came along with his profession. at first read not understanding what i was reading then understanding much more than the story. a cultural lesson in the subconsious of the writting. durring the time of the killing of the elephant i felt the mood of the story chage drastically i could feel the painstaking pain of the event leading to the death of the elephant and the mear pain of the elephant itself. to kill a large animal indeed does seem more serous compared to one taking the life of a rat. an elephant of all beautiful creatures lay in the mud suffereing. i could never do such a thing. i dont understand why it was a must for the elephant to be put to death. i could feel the officers internal conflict. i personally would not want to do such a thing nor b put in such a situation to preform such a horrendous task. the part of the tale of the dieing elephant so short but felt never ending as i was reading through. i felt as if i couldnt bare to read any longer. i could too feel the pressure of the following community hovering behind him. the air becoming thicker and thicker. as the elephant lost its breath i felt the story did to. it was well written in the sense that the text connected to the atmosphere of the surrounding, the conditions and atmosphere to which this man lived, and to the emotion and personal conflict was clearly showed not only told throughout the text. though bothered by the death of the elephant i enjoyed reading it through.