No one belongs here more then you.

The Man in the Stairs.

"...He was walking in the slowest possible way. He seems to have all the time in the world for this, my God, did he have the time. I have never taken such care with anything. That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. Even things whose while point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea, I suck it down as if I'm in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest. Or if I'm in a hot tub with some other people and we're all looking up at the stars, I'll be the first to say, It's so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It's so beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I'm getting over heated (34)."

I chose this passage because the author's rhetoric sort of pulls the audience into the position of the character portrayed in this story. Or at least when I head this I felt as though I could have been the character. I tend to drink my "relaxing tea" pretty fast and sometimes I feel as though I'm rushing through things. Instead of just creating a character that the readers can learn to understand the author creates a character that resides in each person. And this "man in the stairs" can, in some ways, represent the fear that people might have to realize all of this. It won't hurt to be the last person to get out of the hot tub, or to drink your tea slowly. By the end of this story you realize that this "man" isn't actually there but the story still depicts the chatacter to face him head on, feel his breath, but then she tells him to leave. She faces this fear that she has.