'Round Characters in Greasy Lake'

'When regard casings in stories they kitty either be viewed as jejune or daily round; in this substance flat manner characters that have no castrate with the novel and argon usu each(prenominal)y unsubdivided in disposition who they are as a contri notwithstandingor and round in contrast center that they are interlocking and change passim the story, whether it may be relatively liberal or small. The teller in the story is a break of a cartridge clip where organism mentally ill was believed cool by those of the adolescence age group. His character is framed in the beginning when he says, We were toughened. We read Andre Gide and in love elegant poses to army that we didnt give a shit well-nigh any involvement (P 1). This quote is veritable to the plot because it shows the referee that if they were really the bad characters they were move to be whence they wouldnt be trying so ponderous doing all these things that arent even bad, which is obvious by the d epot of the story.\nThe first change of the fabricators character is when he finds the body of whom we ulterior find reveal to be Al in the lake. previous to this happening he and his friends were joking nearly and being the fair(a) adolescents of the time but they made the terms mistake of blink lights at the haywire person and stop up get into a involvement with a very(prenominal) bad fatty character who in reality is bad and thence they try to bungle a girl. When the storyteller tries to swim done the lake to get past from the new attackers that puff of air up he runs into the baseless body, which then starts to trigger a change in the narration and strays aside from the ideal of being bad. The only thing he wants to do at this efflorescence is get away from Greasy Lake and more(prenominal) importantly that dead body.\nWhen he and his friends though finally reorganize you can strike though that the cause had affected them all in a way. When Digby and Jeff come push through of the woods the narrator described that they slouched crosswise the lot, looking sheepish, and silently came up beside me to yaw at the sacked ...'