Oct 5, SUMMARY. Annie Dillard wrote “Living Like Weasels”, an essay in which she paints the story of her encounter with a weasel. She explains that. Annie Dillard – “Living Like Weasels” – Grades DRAFT – Awaiting review and improvement per the Tri-State quality review rubric. Learning Objective: The . Nov 7, Free Essay: Living like Weasels In the essay “Living like Weasels”, the author Annie Dillard wrote about her first encounter after she saw a real.

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Obedient to instinct, he bites his prey at the neck, either splitting the jugular vein at the throat or crunching the brain at the base of the skull, and he does dillard let go. He vanished under the wild rose. I think the most influential part of the essay by far is the last paragraph.

I annif live two days in the den, curled, leaning on mouse fur, sniffing bird bones, blinking, licking, breathing musk, my hair tangled in the roots of grasses. Time and events are merely poured, unremarked, and ingested directly, like blood pulsed into my gut through a jugular vein. The quote tells us that first we have to observe our goal from a distance to ensure weasdls have the skills necessary to accomplish it, then finally, we have to apply ourselves fully, without thinking about or carrying out anything else.

This gives the readers insight into her thoughts and how she sees weasels. I think I blinked, I think I retrieved my brain from the weasel’s and tried to memorize what I was seeing, and the weasel felt the yank of separation, the careening splash-down into real life and the urgent current of instinct. Who knows what he thinks? The dillardd are also able to see how she connects the way weasels live to how she wants to be able to live.


To find liviing more, including how to control cookies, see here: I was stunned into stillness twisted backward on the tree trunk. Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key.

He examined the eagle and found the dry skull of a weasel fixed by the jaws to his throat. Who knows what he thinks? I ended up doing some further reading on this piece and livinf a student criticism from an NYU literary magazine. His face was fierce, small and pointed as a lizard’s; he would have made a good arrowhead.

Living Like Weasels by Annie Dillard

The supposition is that the eagle had pounced on the weasel and the weasel swiveled and bit as instinct taught him, tooth to neck, and nearly won. I would like to live as I should, as the weasel lives as he should. It makes a dry, upholstered bench at the upper, marshy end of the pond, a plush jetty raised dillxrd the thorny shore between a shallow blue body of water and a deep blue body of sky.

Dillard wants to live in necessity rather than choice. His journal is tracks in clay, a spray of feathers, mouse blood and bone: It caught my eye; I swiveled around–and the next instant, inexplicably, I was looking down at a weasel, who was looking up at me.

I startled a weasel who startled me, and we exchanged a long glance. It may not be quite so peachy, though. Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow? There was just a dot of chin, maybe two brown hairs’ worth, and then the pure white fur began that spread down his underside.


Or did the eagle eat what he could reach, gutting the living weasel with his talons before his breast, bending his beak, cleaning the beautiful airborne bones?

It was also a bright blow to the brain, or a sudden beating of brains, with all the charge and intimate grate of rubbed balloons. A weasel is wild. The thing is to stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way, to locate the most tender and live spot and plug into that pulse.

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The water lilies have blossomed and spread to a green horizontal plane that is rillard firma to plodding blackbirds, and tremulous ceiling to black leeches, crayfish, and carp. I’d never seen one wild before. This was only last week, and already I don’t remember what shattered the enchantment.

This is equivalent to dillwrd kind of journalism John Keeble calls horizontal energy, a term he borrows from Wes Jackson, that indicates thebest sources for good stories. The arrangement in this piece is very effective. We keep our skulls.

Dillard depicts her encounter with the weasel to show her readers that humans have become too distracted by their freedom of choice.

Down is a good place to go, where the mind is single. I come to Hollins Pond not so much to learn how to live as, frankly, to forget about it.

What does Dillard mean by “wild”? Can I help it if it was a blank?