Going
through high school, then college, and eventually having a career, we all look
back on our childhood and wish to relive those moments. As children, all
attention was surrounded around us and the sky was the limit. Our true
personalities sprouted. Growing and developing physically and mentally, the
sense of freedom slowly slips through our fingers like butter. As adults our
mentality becomes mature along with responsibility. Although, every once and a
while there is that spark; that spark of childhood memories; memories that
makes us feel warm, happy, and ourselves. That spark is our true personality. In
the novel, All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque, the
author demonstrates through imagery that even though we grow and mature mentally
and physically, even though we desire to become adults, even though we grow
old, we are all still a child at heart.
Remarque
demonstrates through the characters that even at war, men still have the
childish personality stored in their hearts. Paul, a young soldier, comforts
Kemmerich, one of Paul’s comrades, because of a small wound causing him to have
an amputated leg. They both know that Kemmerich is on the border line of death,
but before his life disappears he gave his boots to Paul. The generous guy he
is, he then gave them to Müller,
another comrade of Paul, because he desired them. They both eventually put them
on and saw themselves as adults. Remarque uses the boots as an imagery of
adulthood. Paul felt, “But when we go bathing and strip, suddenly we have
slender legs again and slight shoulders. We are no longer soldiers but little
more than boys; no one would believe that we could carry packs” (29). Remarque
handles the boots as imagery toward adulthood. Putting on the boots made Paul
and Müller feel like men. All
sense of childhood disappeared. When the boots and everything else that covered
them came off, the characters true self appears. The slender legs and slight
shoulders is who they truly are. They have the skinny body of a child, with the
mentality of a man.
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