Gulliver’s College Travels

The herd of cows ambushed me from the parking lot and pushed my car through the parking lot and. Eventually, I was left alone on what at first seemed to be the uncharted plains of the Vernal Pools Reserve, considering there was not a single trail to be seen for miles. As I paced the tall grasses, I heard several soft popping sounds and a gust of warm wind.

Turning back, I saw a peculiar specimen, a horrendous breed both in physical appearance and etiquette. He was not an upright individual but instead his body bent backwards. So far did it go back that his head was stuck in his anus. Because of this position their vision was compromised and their eyes evolved to sit atop their waist. Similarly, their speech was also impeded and had to communicate through their rears. Every word they uttered was followed by the release of a flatulence, which was not just a release of breath but a genuine fart that smelled of fecal matter and Pavilion burritos.

“I… am… Butkus,” said the Creature. “Who… are… you?” I responded with my name and, the name of my school; I was certain he would recognize the innovation and prestige of “University of California, UC Merced.” The school is after all the youngest university and beacon that will lead the future to success— what with students like me.

The Creature stood still in front of me, his eyes looked up from his groin area where they were located. I asked him if he had heard of the school’s but not even the lightest toot escaped his body. I found it preposterous someone, would be so ignorant as to not know of UC UC Merced and proceeded to educate Butkus on my university.

I began by explaining the diversity of courses we students are required to take and the abundance of knowledge we take in. I couldn’t finish my lecture without mentioning the student body and the campus’ expansion; I gave detail on the new housing buildings, parking area, dining center, and downtown administrative building where the chancellor makes decisions.

Butkus didn’t express the same enthusiasm and apologized for not seeing the greatness of the institution. He admitted he was confused on the practices I described. In regards to the course requirements, Butkus said he did not see the point of students exhausting their intellect on classes that did not align with the future they hoped to pursue. If the students were to lead the future to success, as I had said, and have already selected their path, then he would imagine attention would be given to developing the specialized skills necessary in their desired field, rather than worrying about performing well in a course whose teachings won’t be utilized by them. Butkus argued the yearly influxes of students, and that the overall manner the university was developing, was a disservice to the existing student body already had enough trouble enrolling in necessary courses. The sights of the university’s highest leaders seem to be set on the completion of infrastructure and accumulation of paying students, instead of investing knowledgeable personnel that can resolve student’s educational and mental concerns— and not look out for their own professional interests. I would never dare repeat in either speech or print the insulting words Butkus evacuated from his rear, especially to a university-educated on my level of intellect.

I would not stand for the slander he uttered against my school and myself. I proclaimed that he has not experienced the and, therefore, has no authority to reason that it is a poor system. He turned his bent back to me replied with his usual flatulence, “Neither do your representatives if they experience the university from the comfort of the administrative offices everyday— away from you and your concerns. I may have my head up my arse, but they are the ones who are full of shit.”



For my creative writing post, I decided to do an imitation of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels that satirizes the effects of a poor administration on a university University heads don’t always cater to the needs of their students as they advertise they do. I admired the way Swift wove his criticism of the English into his work in a fairly discrete manner. To achieve the same effect, I tried to use the same irony and outlandishness scenarios. The encounter between Butkus and proud college Gulliver, for example, is a replication of the scene in the novel where the king of Brobdingnag questions the efficacy of the English government. In my rendition, I use the narration like Swift, where Gulliver reports through his voice what was said by the other character and creates a distance between the criticism and himself. He becomes an ultimately unreliable, unaware narrator that doesn’t realize he is bringing to the attention of the reader he vowed not to repeat. Butkus’ physical appearance, along with his reasoning for looking down at the university system, serves as irony to point out the idiocy of  administrative staff who try to ignore real issues altogether. Butkus may literally have his head up his rear and lacks experience in higher education, but, despite this, he is still able to see the flaws and negligence done by the university heads. It is the administration who has their heads up their behinds because they do not realize the exist of these issues, or refuse to address because they have another agenda to fulfill. Gulliver’s lack of awareness, although he boasts of his intellect and the knowledge he gained from attending university, is a product of the mismanaged and corrupted system as a result. Despite this creative piece being centered around UC Merced, I think this piece, like Swift’s novel, can be applied to any form of leadership, whether social or political; an interest in advancing a person’s own agenda and ignoring, or being oblivious to, the needs of people they are suppose to look out for is not limited to the scenario I presented.

-Wendy Gutierrez


Gully’s Space Travels


This is a parody of an exert from the first chapter of Gulliver’s Travels.

As a most famous space captain, many often ask me my life story, this is typically what I tell them:

“My father had a small animal farm on the North side of Jupiter’s moon Europa: I was the second oldest daughter of 3 sons and 2 daughters.  He sent me to the Space Academy on the South side of Europa at sixteen years old, where I lived for three years, and studied and trained to join the Intergalactic Space Force. During this time and after I had graduated, to earn a little extra cash on the side I was apprentice to Mrs. Nancy Rogers, a pilot of some sort. I was charged with cleaning and maintaining her ship. Often, to help ease the financial burden, my father would send me small amounts of money, this I used to help learn more about flying a ship. When money got too hard to supply, I went up to see my father. Who being supportive and willingly came up enough money to get me by throughout the year.

Soon after my return from the Southern Hemisphere, my good teacher, Mrs. Rogers, recommended me to be a co-pilot to the well-known Space Force Captain, Stevie Liken. Which after accepting, I stayed with for a few years, and who I went on a lot of voyages to the nearby planets and even to other galaxies.  When I came back from my multiple space voyages I decided to live in the city, not with my family. I consulted with Mrs. Rogers, who encouraged me, and told me to do what I thought was best, and also found me job. I bought a small quaint house with my savings and eventually married a friend turned significant other later on in my years.

When Mrs. Rogers died a few years after I moved into the new house, I had to reflect on my life, and all the choices that led up to me being where I was. Thinking, it was best to talk with my husband and the few friends that I had, I decided it was time to go out into space again. I was a co-pilot successfully on more than two ships, and made several voyages, for many years, to the ends of this galaxy and into others, which helped to add to my growing fortune (the pay was good). When I was not piloting and being a leader in an expedition, I read the so-called best Earth authors, both ancient and modern, amongst other authors. It was one of the few things I could do whilst being on the ship for long periods of times. Though it’s not to say that I didn’t do it whilst I was on land.

The last voyage that I co-piloted lasted about a year and a half and at the end, I was tired and ready to come home. However, this final voyage proved to be the most interesting of all of my journeys, and I was more than excited to go off and explore So, I packed up my things, said goodbye to my family, and set off to join the crew. My hard work had finally paid off an I was made Captain Leila Gully of the space ship “Galaxy” (ironic, I know). And finally, set sail from the main Northern city of Europa on March 9th, 2149 of which our voyage was at first very prosperous. Some would say, a little too prosperous.


For this creative project I decided to write a parody of the first chapter of Gulliver’s Travels. In the original story, the author is explaining his life story, from his childhood to his adulthood and how he ended up where he did. I decided to do all that but with a futuristic approach. I took the story and set it in the future where humans no longer only live on Earth but have populated the surrounding planets and have made contact with intelligent life from other galaxies. They work and live together, in this future society, we all coexist peacefully. Within in my interpretation of this story, the main character is a female spaceship pilot who left behind her small life to experience bigger and better things. She joins a space force academy and trains to achieve her dreams of one day flying her own ship. Had this story continued it would have followed her and her crew on their most exciting voyage across the stars, where they encountered new species, and places they never would have thought to uncover. The main character leaves behind a husband and her family, of which wouldn’t not be unheard of in these times since society had advanced, and as she is an independent woman, it wouldn’t be strange. This story—instead of not only being an adventure story, would focus on the relationship the main character has with herself and how she grew and developed whilst on this voyage experiencing things for the first time. I wanted to write something different like this because I thought it would be fun to imagine a Gulliver’s Travels but, in the future, and in space. It’s easy to imagine since in the original book, it basically feels like the main character is exploring new planets because of how different and unlike “normal society” these new places were like.

-Laura Mateo Gallegos

The Lost Entry

980xCredit: Glam&Gore on YouTube

The Lost Entry

Of the mystical creatures of the sea; their danger, their beliefs,

their customs. The author’s way of controlling the fate of

the monsters. His vindication of the mer-species.

0X May, 17XX

Although I intended to leave the description of this species to a particular minimum, yet, I cannot ignore the beautiful terror that was before my eyes. We were near the coastline of Lilliput, almost reaching the land that was promised to be gorgeous beyond belief. They seemed to glow from underneath their skin, vivid hues of azure and crimson that I had never seen before. I saw them when I looked out into the vast sea. At first glance, I thought that it was a trick of the light. But when I asked my crewmen to look out and alas, they could not deny the sight of these mighty creatures. We had no knowledge of what they were. Mr. Bates and the crew of the Swallow never shared stories of these…fish? Women? Fish-women? As far as I knew, they had never been seen before. I was the first to see their stunning gills travel along the waves.

My crewmen wanted to capture one of these magnificent beasts and subject them to queries about their culture and ways of living. They could not believe their eyes, that there were such creatures that lived in the ocean as human-fish hybrids. I warned them against this, as there was no telling what the consequences of such an action would be. Eventually, I was able to deviate their minds from such a thought, or so I believed. That night, they snuck out onto the dock and taunted the creatures. They didn’t believe what I had warned them of. We lost a sailor that night. All because they would not listen to my word. The captain’s word. It’s their own damn fault. These poor souls, we have to protect them from man’s selfish hand.

I must destroy this notation. Humanity cannot know what I have seen. They will harm it, make it as wretched as they have made themselves. I have to hide my discovery of these beautiful creatures, but I must also ensure that none of my crewmates spread rumors about their existence.

Whatever it takes.

Tomorrow, I must take the ship. I need to find a way to leave my crew behind, to leave them to their deaths. Those bastards did not even listen to my simple order, they deserve to stay stranded. There’s nothing that could change my mind. I have to do what I can in order to save these beautiful creatures. No—I must name them. Sea-ladies? Oceanic-women? Mer-maids? Mermaids. That will be their name, that only I know. Nothing can harm them, not with every memory of them being wiped away. Diary, I must throw you into the depths of the sea. After I do what I must with my crew, you will be the last thing to go. No one can know the mysteries I’ve found. This is the end.


For this project, I wanted to focus on my favorite novel throughout the course, Gulliver’s Travels. When looking for inspiration for what to write about, I remembered that an SFX makeup artist on YouTube, under the channel name Glam&Gore, made herself into a beautifully terrifying luminescent mermaid. Once I refreshed my memory on the makeup look, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about and how I would go about writing it. Following the same style as the different entries that were written throughout Gulliver’s Travels, I created a lost entry that exposed the existence of mermaids. Although all the action throughout the novel were an exaggeration, I wanted something to actually be true. The one thing that Gulliver encountered that was actually real, he would never be able to share because of his desire to protect them from the harm that humanity would inevitably force them to undergo. I wanted this lost entry to vaguely mirror the passion the Gulliver develops for the Houyhnhnms towards the end of the novel. I wanted his fascination with the mermaids to be the catalyst for his future fascination with the Houyhnhnms. Through the addition of this entry, I wanted to expose the selfishness, but also the care, that Gulliver has for living creatures. While he may not have cared too much for humanity by the end of Gulliver’s Travels, he definitely would have been one to take care of animal creatures whenever he saw them in need. I really hope you enjoyed my twist on the novel.

Esther Quintanilla

Garcia’s Travel

Monday, April 8th

I had arrived early this Monday morning to meet with my teaching assistant Zakir to go over the lesson plan for Romanticism. After our meeting, we began walking to our classroom to view our school’s beautiful fountain. It was there that I first heard the ducks. Not that I had not heard them before, but that I really heard them this time. I understood every quack as I understood English and found it very difficult to listen to Zakir. I thought I was going insane and I was quick to dismiss this for my lack of sleep the night before and the accumulation of stress that naturally progresses as the semester drags on. Yet, the situation was much too odd for me to not pursue this further. Zakir brought back my attention to inform me that students were coming and that it was nearly 10:30. I decided to take one last look at the ducks, but they were silent.


Wednesday, April 10th

I arrived extra early this morning—alone this time. I sat there bundled up by the small man-built lake at UC Merced, waiting for the ducks to show up. The sun had barely began to rise and I wondered if the students (who were slowly beginning to awake and roam about) would find me strange to be here, but my fascination with the ducks overcame any insecurity about how I might be perceived; no one seemed to notice me anyways. Sure enough, a duck eventually flew down near me and I stared at it until it stared back and quacked. I was astounded. I understood it. It had asked what I was looking at and upon seeing my astonished look, it inquired if I could understand it. I said I could, but it just cocked its head and looked at me. I decided to try a new approach. I quacked back at it with the words I intended in my mind. This seemed to work well enough as the duck responded. My God…I was conversing with a duck!


Wednesday, May 1st

I have found this duck’s name to be Quackington. He is the leader duck of all the ducks to come to the Merced area. He had been flying to our school for some time now to find ways to get back at the humans for destroying the natural landscape. The more I spoke with Quackington, the more I sympathized and understood him. He has introduced me to other ducks since my initial contact with him. I have found myself finding more in common with the ducks than I have with other humans. I agree with their free lifestyle and their emphasis on the ecosystem. How I wish I could fly and be free; free of responsibility and materialistic humanity.


Wednesday, May 8th

I have had it! Today is the day I become one with the ducks. I have learned their language well enough these past few weeks. I find the ducks completely superior to my human counterparts and completely more intellectual. I feel no remorse leaving behind my human life here in Merced. Farewell Zakir, my students, and my colleagues! I will no longer be called Humberto. I will now and forever be known as Quackson Quackcia! I am off! Here I come Quackington!

—Quackson Quackcia (Formerly Humberto)


Wednesday, May 8th

Today was a weird day. My professor stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, and ran into the water today before class. He was shouting many different quacks and different forms of the word. The whole situation was just so confusing, especially considering how much we like Garcia. The police were called, and he is being carted away now in an ambulance. He keeps shouting, “Long live the ducks! Be free, Quackington! Be free and end this human oppression!” I think Garcia took that Romanticism lecture a little too literally.

—Joseph Rojas




Creative Review

I hope it was apparent that I was making a parody of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels. Specifically, Gulliver’s fourth travel. Of course, instead of the horse people, I chose our normal, everyday ducks based here at UC Merced. This also works as my love letter to the class, as I use many references to parts of the class that happened. This is much more than me writing my professor’s descent into madness, but rather a simple parody with hints of Romanticism. It isn’t represented too strongly, but the main appeal was for Garcia to really get in touch with his natural side and favor the side of nature against humanity and industry. He sympathizes and relates to nature loving ducks and decides to side with them. The choice to use Garcia as my main character was more of my final love-letter-send-off for the semester. I respect my professor so much, and I appreciate his humor and for allowing me to be myself. This is my weird way of thanking him. He puts up with my antics for a semester, so naturally I write him in my story having a mental breakdown, stripping to his boxers and running into a lake quacking wildly.

I decided to use a journal-entry format for this to give my narrative structure, but to also make it more personalized and stylized. It documents the start of our Romanticism lecture, and leads up to the due date of this creative project. So, perhaps I am prophetic and this does come true. As of writing this post- review of my work, there is still time for Garcia to quack into the morning. Also, pay attention to the use of ducks and quack. No offense to Garcia, but I just thought the word and its absurdity fit the material.


I will oddly miss this class. A lot of memorable moments and friendships made here. Thank you.

—Joseph Rojas

Literally Belittled

In part one, “A Voyage to Lilliput” of Gulliver’s Travels written by Jonathan Swift we read about Gulliver’s capture and his experience with the Lilliputians. I specifically found the scene where he discovers he has been captured by these minuscule people. In the scene he wakes up and is unable to move, and soon after discovers that people not even five inches tall are responsible. However, he never seems to really feel in any type of serious danger, mostly because of his sheer size in comparison to the Lilliput peoples’ size. The entire nature of the scene is ironic, although he is much larger than any of the Lilliput‘ she is not able to free himself because of his hair. He becomes their prisoner and even though he is not really trusted, he is treated quite well and grows to have appreciation for his captors.
While reading this it continuously reminded me of Mary Rowlandson’s captivity narrative. Both the captive and captors eventually built a relationship where they did not completely loathe each other. Swift however satirized this relationship because while Rowlandson verbally belittled the natives, Swift literally made them little. The whites captured always felt superior, metaphorically larger and more capable than the natives and Rowlandson made that obvious in her writing. Gulliver is a very large being compared to the five inch natives and is still captured and kept captive. Swift emphasizes the irony of how white’s always thought they were superior but that did not stop them from being captured nor did it make natives less capable. The air of superiority that they walked around with only worked to prove that natives were much more capable beings than given credit for regardless of how belittled they were. Much like demonstrated in Gulliver’s travels, only with literal size differences.

-Sabrina Vazquez

Gulliver VS Rowlandson, a satirical battle

In Gullivers Travels Jonathan Swift, describes his captivity by the Lupatian people, although it is evident that his claims are false, Swift experiences mirror those of Mary Rowlandson. Swifts work embodies satire because his comparison of the size of people is very unrealistic and almost kind of funny. From the beginning Gulliver does something similar to what Rowlandson did he stereotypes the natives, “I perceived it to be a human creature not six inches high, with a bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back.” When Rowlandson talked about the Native people she called them savages, Gulliver on the other hand calls them “creatures” and says that they have bows and arrows. All three of these stereotypes are something that Native people are tied to in America. This in itself is pretty ironic because both writers conveyed their experience with “honesty” but even then there is blatant racism. Throughout the work Swift satirizes Rowlandson’s because it seems like he is in a sense making fun of her experience. Rowlandson had no choice in her captivity, but it seemed like with he way Gulliver was treated he was allowed to leave. Rowlandson’s entire experience overpowers or even can prove how Gulliver’s was fabricated. Swift also changes what captivity meant in our prior readings, he has power he learns about the Lupatian people and how they’re good at mathematics. He is being treated almost like a citizen despite the fact that he’s been tied up. Rowlandson and Gulliver are also very different because although she seems angry and hateful, Gulliver never seems to hate the natives, although he has show racism in instances he never seems to actually hate those people. Yes, you can say he is bias but I wouldn’t say he embodies the hate that Rowlandson had. I noticed throughout the work that Swift would also use “I” statements a lot to make the experience more personal and in turn satirizing Rowlandson’s work.

Eugenia Brumley

The “Honest” Truth

Jonathan Swift is clearly an incredible writer as well as a being really funny with his writings and satire. He pokes fun at a lot of the traveler’s telling stories that were released during his time. I believe, if we look specifically at Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels alongside Mary Rowlandson’s narrative of her captivity, we can see how Swift would be using satire to almost make fun of this specific type of writing.

Specifically looking at the second paragraph on page 33 of Gulliver’s Travels, which begins with “In the meantime, the Emperor held frequent Councils to debate what Course should be taken with me.” The page in general deals with the narrator describing the different questions and concerns the island of Lilliput might have should Gulliver stay such as “my diet would be very expensive and might cause a famine.” It brought me back to when Mary was asked by the Native Americans to come with her or they would hurt her compared to Gulliver who had councils to determine whether or not to let him stay. It’s quite interesting to note but the main difference is how Mary was forced to come and Gulliver simply arrived at the island.

But another thing that caught my eye was when Gulliver pondered how they would kill him, “…or at least to shoot me in the face and hands with poisoned arrows, which would soon dispatch me.” It’s interesting to note how Gulliver mentions this almost as a joke. How these tiny 6-inch people would have to shoot hundreds of arrows tipped with poison to dispatch of him but then would have to worry about the plague that could occur of his decaying body. While Mary’s account featured a lot of arrows being thrown at people and actually being killed. I don’t believe this is a direct link to Mary Rowland’s account but there definitely is some context of Swift using satire to poke fun and have a little humor with such accounts. Especially considering how he would say to his cousin that the accounts were true.

-Abraham Alvarez

A Test of Strength

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift satirizes a variety of topics, applying a comedic tone to his false narrative. In many ways, Swift’s novel takes popular elements from the captivity narrative. Although Swift forgoes the redemption by faith, they are several passages which appear to mimic the style and content that would have been seen in famous captivity narratives like Mary Rowlandson’s story of captivity by the Algonquians. One such instance, albeit significantly more boorish, is the scene is which Gulliver must relieve himself:

The best expedient I could think of, was to creep into my house, which I accordingly did; and shutting the gate after me, I went as far as the length of my chain would suffer, and discharged my body of that uneasy load.  But this was the only time I was ever guilty of so uncleanly an action; for which I cannot but hope the candid reader will give some allowance, after he has maturely and impartially considered my case, and the distress I was in…I would not have dwelt so long upon a circumstance that, perhaps, at first sight, may appear not very momentous, if I had not thought it necessary to justify my character, in point of cleanliness, to the world; which, I am told, some of my maligners have been pleased, upon this and other occasions, to call in question.

In this crass scene, Gulliver describes how he unburdens himself with much humiliation. In this moment, he suspends the fourth-wall to address the reader directly to justify himself and make a case for including it in the narrative. Readers that know Mary Rowlandson’s narrative, may notice a similarity between the rhetoric employed in the scene between her and King Phillip in which he offers her a “stinking tobacco pipe”. During that scene, Rowlandson writes about the offer in a roundabout way and takes the opportunity to convince her readers that she is too civilized to smoke from the pipe she was once fond of in her youth: “I thank God, He has now given me power over it; surely there are many who may be better employed than to lie sucking on a stinking tobacco-pipe”. Rowlandson includes this to exert her superiority and buttress her character as a Christian woman. Similarly, Gulliver feels the need to write that “I would not have dwelt so long upon a circumstance…if I had not thought it necessary to justify my character…to the world; which I am told, some of my maligners…call in question”. Like Rowlandson, who would have been under the scrutiny of readers looking checking for hallmarks of a good Puritan woman, Gulliver satirizes this issue more pointedly, addressing critics as “maligners”.

This instance of justifying character, while meant to be a moment of tension calling into question the strength of the faith of the author is satirized into a strength of “cleanliness” (as evidenced by the life “necessary to justify my character, in point of cleanliness”). While not directly acting as a parody to Rowlandson’s narrative, it is clear that Swift is attempting to mock and imitate using base humor to play off the novel’s serious tone. The manner in which how seriously Gulliver writes his travels too is an additional point of mimicry, and combined with the outlandish content of the novel, makes for a hilarious and witty satirical novel.

-Sara Nuila-Chae

A Match Made in… Well, A Match Made.

In the novel “Gulliver’s Travels”, Jonathan Swift satirizes Rowlandson’s captivity narrative very heavily, which can be seen right at the start in Part One, Chapter One. When Gulliver is first fund by the people of Lilliput, he is tied down and unable to move. When waking up to this discovery, he is “in the utmost Astonishment, and roared so loud, that they all ran back in a Fright” (Swift 23). Of course, Gulliver is confused and upset with being unable to move, and he automatically struggles from his capture for freedom. In return, the people of Lilliput shoot arrows into his body, which he does not feel, and his hand, which “pricked me like so many needles” (Swift 24). This is the first and last time that Gulliver is harmed by his capturers, similar to Rowlandson’s captivity narrative, with “the bullets flying thick, one went through [her] side” (Rowlandson 8). Despite being tied down and taken as a prisoner, however, Gulliver is still treated very well, and is given food and wine. Rowlandson had been treated similarly; after being captured, she was never harmed again, was given food, and was even paid to make clothes for some of the “savages” who captured her. The only notable difference between Gulliver and Rowlandson is the idea that Gulliver wished to harm the people of Lilliput after being fed, when he imagines that he could “seize Forty or Fifty of the first that came in my reach, and dash them against the Ground” (Swift 26). Also, while Gulliver thought of the people of Lilliput as decent creatures, Rowlandson continued to see her capturers as only mere savages, monsters who took her from her home with no reason to do so.

– Jody Omlin

Out of the “Norm”

After reading part I of Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift, I realized that Swifts and Rowlandson’s work “The Captivity Narrative” have a lot in common. The first thing that I noticed similar from both works is that they are both being told from the perspective of the first person, and are both journals based on their travels, or rather much captivities.  Both works, demonstrate the weakness that people face when confronted by different groups. In chapter 1 of “Gulliver’s Travel” Swift describes the capture of Gulliver by foreigners, “ I attempted to rise, but was not able to stir: for, as I happened to lie on my back, I found my arms and legs were strongly fastened on each side to the ground; and my hair, which was long and thick, tied down in the same manner.  I likewise felt several slender ligatures across my body, from my arm-pits to my thighs.” Throughout his time with the people who are foreigners to him and vice versa, they hold him hostage, torture him to a certain extent, but then again also care for him. One of the instances that stands out to me the most, is the way the “creatures react to all of Gulliver’s movements. They are surprised by the quantity that he eats and drinks, and not knowing him at all, and having no knowledge as if to whether he can potentially hurt their people they still make sure that he is given the standard necessities. In the case of Rowlandson, her experience is similar. With Gulliver he categorizes the foreigners as “creatures”, and in the case of Rowlandson she also calls the Native American “barbarous creatures”. This demonstrates sort of a satirical bond between both works, in terms of how creature is being used for two different groups but hold the same offensive meaning. Aside from that, Rowlandson shares a similar experience with the Native Americans in the sense that she is also held captive, but is taken care of at the same time. Both Rowlandson and Gulliver learn a bit of the culture of both groups that they are completely foreign to. Both works demonstrate the struggles that people go through when confronted with someone or something out of the “norm”.

-Dariana Lara