For most of the story the narrator is insistent on his maturity, that he has grown up enough for love. He had for some time now been asking me to join the Minviluz Orchestra, his private band Now, I can say that I understand the message the author is trying to convey through this story.
He also had so many plans for Aida, including writing love letters and buying her a brooch.The latter seems to be either concerned or condescending, depending on how one looks at it. My head began to whirl. For most of the story the narrator is insistent on his maturity, that he has grown up enough for love. It was not quite five, and the bread was not yet ready. This clash between the affectation of polished maturity and the reality of boyish exuberance is a theme developed throughout the story and it climaxes in the narrator's loss of fire for Aida. He was a diligent student and violinist. He improvises plans for her to read a letter filled with his feelings for her. There was more food before us than I had ever imagined The bread symbolizes the boy. This suggests that the boy, again, was somehow escap If you have, the it might have confused you as much it confused me. The object of all this effort is of course a girl, Aida. Taken together these acts have the quaint tone of a young lad insisting to all around him that he is no longer a boy.
Embarrassed, he walked out in shame. The bread symbolizes the boy.
Metaphors are creatively used to add color and meaning to the story. Thus his disdain for his aunt, She was the sort you could depend on to say such vulgar things. I read the story several times, trying to analyze it.Aida sees him do it and asks if he was able to eat. Also, it was his dream to be a violinist, though his grandmother did not want him to pursue his passion. He was a diligent student and violinist. One night, when the band was performing, the boy did something embarrassing that Aida saw. She is lovely and fair, the narrator's vision of perfection, Their [other girls'] eyes glowed with envy, it seemed to me, for those fair cheeks and the bobbed dark-brown hair which lineage had denied them Befitting an adolescent fantasy, the narrator imagines that he and she share a secret language, a codice of signs only apparent to them, She would perhaps never write me back. Bread of Salt casts this theme though in distinctly Filipino terms. They ordered pan de sal, but the bread was still not ready. None of my companions had thought of doing the same, and it was with some pride that I slipped the packet under my shirt. It is about a fourteen-year-old male narrator who falls for Aida, the niece of a Spaniard plantation owner, and who realizes that this girl is out of his league. This innocent fantasy is captured in some great lines, particularly: She would perhaps never write me back. Taken together these acts have the quaint tone of a young lad insisting to all around him that he is no longer a boy. Always remember that when God does not let your dreams come true, it means He has a better plan for you—much better than what you had imagined it to be. The object of all this effort is of course a girl, Aida. He plays well at school games to become physically admirable and perseveres on improving his violin-playing to become artistically pleasing.
He was a diligent student and violinist. He would follow her everyday to school.
She becomes his inspiration. He laughed, thinking it strange that I should be hungry. He even dreamed that she likewise keeps an intense emotion for him, which she will only dare manifest in the right time.