{"content":[{"text":"engage in protests like those waged by the Mississippi farmers who had joined organizations","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.091347,"width":0.726988,"height":0.016779000000000002}},{"text":"such as the Southern Tenant Farmers Union.","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.117407,"width":0.34904799999999997,"height":0.016779000000000002}},{"text":"Moreover, Jason and Sara’s despair is intensified because it is not Mr. Perkins alone who","bbox":{"left":0.205882,"top":0.161044,"width":0.699187,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"controls their lives. They are also victims of the natural world, and the whistle suggests the","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.187407,"width":0.7127829999999999,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"power that world holds over them. The natural world itself can be exceedingly arbitrary. Sara","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.213468,"width":0.7317750000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"recognizes this fact as she recalls the history of their farming endeavors: “Now, according to the","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.239832,"width":0.7546630000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"Almanac, it was spring. . . . But year after year it was always the same. The plants would be set","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.265892,"width":0.7470490000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"out in their frames, transplanted always too soon, and there was a freeze. . . . When was the last","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.291953,"width":0.747576,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"time they had grown tall and full, that the cold had held off and there was a crop?” The cold that","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.318013,"width":0.755198,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"threatens Sara and Jason is “like a white pressing hand”; it is as uncaring as the “hard, quick","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.344377,"width":0.7231160000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"hand” Mr. Perkins extends at harvest time. The cold sinks into Jason and Sara “like the teeth of a \n trap.”4 Both the economic system of the thirties and the power of the natural world hold them \n prisoner. Jason and Sara Morton have little control over their own lives and have no way to","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.370438,"width":0.7601610000000001,"height":0.06890000000000002}},{"text":"contest that fact.","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.448619,"width":0.129033,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"The whistle Welty actually heard, the man who sounded it, the farmers who responded to","bbox":{"left":0.205882,"top":0.492559,"width":0.700242,"height":0.016779000000000044}},{"text":"it thus all appear in “The Whistle,” but Welty presents a selective account of her experience in","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.518619,"width":0.7398880000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"Utica, Mississippi. She writes not about herself or her friend or her friend’s fine house. She","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.544983,"width":0.715562,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"includes only those details that emphasize the injustice of a sharecropping system and the hard","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.571044,"width":0.7416240000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"terms that nature inevitably imposes upon farmers. These concepts shine through what might","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.597104,"width":0.7291369999999999,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"have been only realistic description and exemplify the process Welty discusses in her essay","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.623165,"width":0.716018,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"“Words into Fiction.” In that essay she first describes the pitch blackness of a cave, and she then","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.649529,"width":0.756321,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"writes that “without the act of human understanding — and it is a double act through which we","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.675589,"width":0.7454810000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"make sense to each other — experience is the worst kind of emptiness; it is obliteration, black or","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.70165,"width":0.7579470000000001,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"prismatic, as meaningless as was indeed that loveless cave. Before there is meaning, there has to","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.72771,"width":0.755727,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"occur some personal act of vision. And it is this that is continuously projected as the novelist \n writes, and again as we, each to ourselves, read.”5","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.753771,"width":0.7270000000000001,"height":0.04314300000000004}},{"text":"Welty's selective vision, however, does more than illuminate an actual experience. Her","bbox":{"left":0.205882,"top":0.823771,"width":0.680846,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"ability to pierce the darkness of experience is matched by her ability to create actions that","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.850135,"width":0.701802,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"complement and complete the meaning she had seen in that experience. Perhaps the most","bbox":{"left":0.147059,"top":0.876195,"width":0.7002029999999999,"height":0.01677899999999999}},{"text":"2","bbox":{"left":0.900784,"top":0.936815,"width":0.010857000000000006,"height":0.017762999999999973}}],"images_bbox":[],"images_bbox_not_text_overlap":[]}