What a way to go...

Wow. When I read these lines in the closing paragraph of "A Displaced Person," I couldn't help but hope that my own future days never end in such a like manner. Not only did Mrs. McIntyre only listen to the priest in order to gain cheap labor years ago, but now she has to listen to him drone on about the same old subject day after day. What's worse is that she can't even speak back to him since her voice failed not long after she first took ill. However, think about the breadcrumbs that the priest brings: when I read this I immediately thought of the Hanzel and Gretal fairy tale where the children left a trail of breadcrumbs to find their way home. In the end thought, the crumbs were eaten by birds, just like the peacock. It also seemed kinda strange to me that the peacock would still be on the farm when all of the livestock had been sold off. Maybe no one wants an ornery old bird, or maybe the peacock represents the brilliantly colored past of the farm.

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