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HARRISON BERGERON by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. THE YEAR WAS , and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. everyone is the same—exactly average. Try to generate as many ideas as possible. What if everyone were. THE SAME? Harrison Bergeron. Short Story by Kurt. “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. "Huh" said George. "That dance-it was nice," said Hazel. THE YEAR WAS , and everybody was finally equal.


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Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut (). I'd like you to read this famous story and think about whether Nietzsche wasn't on to something when he criticized. “Harrison Bergeron” Unbound: Willful or Collusive Ambiguity? By Jamal En- nehas Abstract Scanty as they are, most of the critiques of Kurt Vonnegut's science. Similar Setting and Characters in “Harris Bergeron” and “The Hunger Games” By Thomas Maldonado The setting, like every other element of the story, is vital in.

They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the th, th, and th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. Some things about living still weren't quite right, though.

April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen- year-old son, Harrison, away. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard.

Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times.

It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains. George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about. On the television screen were ballerinas.

A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in.

George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts. George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.

Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself, she had to ask George what the latest sound had been. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers.

Kind of in honor of religion. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that.

Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples. It's just a part of me. Just a few. You just set around.

You wouldn't like that, would you? The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think happens to society? A siren was going off in his head. The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn't clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment.

For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say, "Ladies and Gentlemen. That's the big thing.

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He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard.

She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous. And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred pound men. And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. He is a genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous.

The picture showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet tall. The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men could think them up. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers. Kind of in honor of religion.

He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that.

Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples. It's just a part of me. Just a few. You just set around. You wouldn't like that, would you? The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think happens to society? A siren was going off in his head. The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin.

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It wasn't clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say, "Ladies and Gentlemen.

That's the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard. She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous.

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And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred pound men.

And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use.

Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. He is a genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous. The picture showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches.

He was exactly seven feet tall. The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born heavier handicaps.

He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men could think them up.

Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides. Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds.

And to offset his good looks, the H-G men required that he wear at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his even white teeth with black caps at snaggle-tooth random. Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as though dancing to the tune of an earthquake. George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have - for many was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune.

When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen. Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood - in the center of the studio. The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his hand.

Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on their knees before him, expecting to die. I am the Emperor!

Everybody must do what I say at once! Now watch me become what I can become! Harrison's scrap-iron handicaps crashed to the floor.

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Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall. He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder. Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy.

Last of all he removed her mask. She was blindingly beautiful. The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their handicaps, too.

It was normal at first-cheap, silly, false.They weren't only equal before God and the law. Their contribution to this seemingly idyllic society in which everybody is finally "equal" does not translate into concrete action, for they are mere pawns in the hands of Diana Moon Glampers and the surprisingly authoritative Harrison who reveals his despotic nature as he gives orders to the ballerinas and to the musicians and he starts conferring royal titles among his "subjects.

She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on. The year was , and everybody was finally equal. The new Amendments to the American Constitution are hailed for granting equality among people so that nobody is smarter, taller, or better looking than anybody else in this society. Harrison Bergeron, aged fourteen, lives in a futuristic society in which all people are equal in every sense of the word.