TOK Project- Option 2

Original: “The Charge of the Light Brigade”
By: Alfred Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!' he said:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd:

Their's not to make reply,

Their's not to reason why,

Their's but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd as they turn'd in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro' the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre-stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well

Came thro' the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

Modified for project:

One more lesson, One more lesson,
One more day of frustration,
All in Dr. Itard’s House
Victor was taught
“Not the scissors, Victor!
The Hammer!” Itard said:
In the House of Dr. Itard
Victor was taught.

"Bring me the K, Victor!”
Was there a way to civilize him? To give him humanity?He didn’t know
He’d try to teach him;
Through memorization,
Through training,
Through cruelty:
He would make him human
In the House of Dr. Itard
Victor was taught.

He wanted to prove humanity was there,
In a boy devoid of any human traits,
He wanted to prove humanity was there,
Beneath the layers of wildness;
He taught and lectured,
Victor obeying and following,
Into the jaws of shocks,
Into the mouth of the closet,
In the House of Dr. Itard
Victor was taught.

Victor placed the tools correctly,
Placed the letters by memory,
And then by recognition,
Learning language, while
Paris questioned Dr. Itard;
Thrown into the closet
Shocked into crying;
Itard hoping for some glimmer of humanity
And to make Victor understand right and wrong
Shattering his wildness,
And giving him humanity.

He wanted to prove humanity was there,
To further his science,
He wanted to prove humanity was there,
To better understand the brain
He would teach him;
Through recognition,
And through Victor’s inherent need for order,
And through cruelty;
Victor learned,
Thrown into the closet
And shocked,
In Dr. Itard’s House
Victor was taught.

Will he ever truly understand?
The way humans think?
Will he ever feel what humans feel?Can he ever get past his wildness?
And finally find humanity?
Honor Victor, the outcast,
And the one who’ll never be the way he was meant to be,
The one who fell to the wild.