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


A Millennial’s Travels

I stumbled forwards for what I would estimate to be two miles; a fact which I lamented, as the day’s events did not resemble my daily horoscope in the slightest. I was extremely tired, and that, with the act of walking so great a distance, and the half glass of wine I indulged in just before the crash had lulled me into a lazy stupor. I lay down in the grass, which was very short and soft, and – despite this being the first time I sought respite outdoors in many a year – I felt completely at one with nature. Sleeping in the grass! What an experience. The pride of being a genuine outdoorsman led me into dreams, which were long and wonderful. I regret now losing my dream journal in the ship; it would have been wonderful to record these fantastical night visions in order to truly uncover something spectacular within myself on this great voyage into unknown territory.

When I awaked, it was just day-light.  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 of the ground; and my hair, which was long and thick from the natural botanicals found in my cruelty-free all-natural shampoo and conditioner, tied down in the same manner. I looked upwards, and the sun began to grow hot, and the light offended my eyes, all conditions which, when I draw on my vast knowledge of sleep and mental health gained from reading the headline of an article once, prevented me from adequately reaching proper REM sleep.

In a little time I felt something moving on my left leg, which advancing gently forward over my breast, came almost up to my chin; when bending downward to confront the creature that so garishly ventured to touch me without asking consent, 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. As I readied myself to deliver my well-rehearsed rant on ballistic rights and how common sense laws and background checks would drastically reduce the number of bow-and-arrow-related deaths in the country, I felt at least forty more of the same kind (as I conjectured) following the first.

One of them, who was brave enough to venture forward and catch a glimpse of my face, cried out in a shrill but distinct voice: “It is a man!” but then I understand not what they meant. Had they, a strange and tiny people I had never been acquainted with before, really assume my gender? Without even the vaguest inquiry as to my preferred pronouns! At length, struggling to get loose, I had the fortune of breaking the strings, and wrench out the pegs that fastened my left arm to the ground; phallic symbols of hate that alerted me to the ominous yet obvious presence of the patriarchy.

I managed to loosen the strings that held down my hair on the left side, so that I was just able to turn my head about two inches. But the creatures ran off a second time, before I could seize them; whereupon there was a great shout in a very shrill accent, and after it ceased I heard one of them cry aloud Tolgo phonac; when in an instant I felt above a hundred arrows discharged on my left hand, which, pricked me like so many needles. I was unhurt, but I screamed in agony.


Here I am parodying the first chapter of Gulliver’s Travels. I chose this specific section of the novel simply because I saw a great deal of parody potential within (arguably) one of literature’s most iconic scenes. I applied the many stereotypes and behaviors that I personally find irritating about my generation to Gulliver, in order to call attention to the many bad habits and flawed ways of thinking that I feel plague the modern world. Swift uses a great deal of subtlety in his writing, slyly suggesting to the reader details such as Gulliver being an incompetent nuisance, or that the society that he is depicting is flawed. I tried my best to imitate this genius use of subtle language (however, my skills are nowhere near those of Swift), but more so to enhance the humor of the piece while simultaneously suggesting to the reader the flawed nature of the protagonist’s thinking. I understand that this parody may come off as somewhat cynical or vitriolic towards my peers, and – admittedly – I guess it is inspired from a place akin to distaste. I would be lying if I claimed that this was not the first idea that came into my mind when I thought about a subject to mock, as, again, I find some of the behaviors and lines of reasoning that seem to be ever-present within the minds of young people today somewhat flawed at the least, and dangerously unreasonable at most. My aim here is not to offend, merely to poke fun at the many humorously youth-driven ways of thinking that pervade the modern world. However, if someone were to take offense to anything written above, that would – in my opinion – make this parody both funnier and more relevant.

  • Shawn Pintor-Day

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

An Exchange in Criticism Between Pope and His Bullies

In Alexander Pope’s The Dunciad, Pope criticizes the writers of his time who (in his eyes) were stupid, unoriginal, and dull. Within his poem, Pope writes,

“None need a guide, by sure Attraction led,

And strong impulsive gravity of Head”.

Though the poem was difficult to understand, Pope may be stating that the Sons of Dulness rule themselves and they need no instructors because they consider themselves to be right in every path they take. Therefore, since they are self-ruled, they are unable to see their own flaws. The second image of Pope, where he is portrayed as a monkey or rat type of creature with his head and a crown illuminates this verse. Similar to what Pope insinuates about the Sons of Dulness, Pope’s critics put an actual crown on Pope’s head. The crown atop his head is like the crown of the actual church Pope, portraying the idea that Pope thinks of himself as superior in his writing. While Pope is saying that those individuals can’t see past their own flaws, Pope’s critics are portraying the same thing about him. Pope continues his satirical criticism as he presents a flipped world where actual intelligence is looked down upon and stupidity is praised. Pope continues,

“Who false to Ph bus, bow the knee to Baal;

Or impious, preach his Word without a call.

Patrons, who sneak from living worth to dead,

With-hold the pension, and set up the head;

Or vest dull Flatt’ry in the sacred Gown;

Or give from fool to fool the Laurel crown.

And (last and worst) with all the cant of wit,

Without the soul, the Muse’s Hypocrit.”

Baal was the enemy of the Israelites, or the children of light, because he was a false god in the Old Testament. The connection between Baal and the individuals in Pope’s poem create the possible idea that Pope might be suggesting that like this false god, the new Whigs and political leaders are the true enemy of the people and ultimately, a threat to original, honest forms of literature (since plagiarism was also occurring during this time). These new political and cultural individuals who began to rise with the changing times Pope witnessed brought forth “cant of wit” – or emptiness/lack of interest.

The image is a retaliation to Pope’s satire, but instead of criticizing his work, his bullies criticize his physical traits by illustrating his body as an animal’s. In the sketch, there are words that mean “know thyself”, which criticize Pope for criticizing others. Before going on to suggest that the writers around him were unoriginal and dull and that the changing times were going downhill, Pope’s bullies are sending the message that one should be completely aware of their own work and their own flaws before they go and criticize the works of others. The verses provide insight on how one should interpret the images because the call for criticism is more clear. When reading Pope’s satirical work and noticing his criticism, there is more understanding as to why Pope’s bullies decided to illustrate those images and why they were so offended. The specific verses illuminate the small details within the image. While Pope’s satire is embedded into a form of literature, his bullies integrate their satirization of Pope into a publicated drawing so that anyone who came across the image could see that Pope was a fool. The verses also provide insight on how the images should be interpreted because they hold political and cultural criticism. When there is an attack on politicians, leaders, and individuals of large communities, it can be expected that the retalliation will not always be so subtle and that is demonstrated. Once Pope made his criticisms clear, his bullies criticized him back in a bigger manner. While Pope’s writing couldn’t be accessed or understood by everyone, the satirical image of Pope that was published was able to reach bigger audiences and anyone could see that it was offensive (even if they were not familar with Pope’s The Dunciad).

-Maria G. Perez

Swift’s Mirror of Hypocrisy

Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels is a piece of work that functions tirelessly as a critique of the Enlightenment period. He uses satire and parody as a means to illuminate the faults of the captivity and travel narratives that rose as genres at the time. With Bacon’s “New Atlantis,” the projection of a perfect Utopian society allowed for individuals to imagine the possibility of life and space where all things were perfect and everything ran smoothly. While this is a great idea, one that I feel all of us wish were true, Swift not only laughs at the presentation of this idea amongst imperialism, genocide, and booming racism, but he also forces the reader to meet head to head with its’ irony.

In chapter three of part one, he writes:
“I sworn and subscribed to the Articles with great Cheerfulness and Contentment, although some of them were not so honorable as I could have wished;…… Whereupon my Chains were immediately unlocked, and I was at full liberty.” (44)

Swift here presents a passive aggressive tone that strikingly targets the hypocrisy found within Bacon’s suggested Utopian society during a time where freedom for all is not seen as that important than the freedom of some. Swift juxtaposes the words “chains” and “liberty” in the same sentence, sarcastically alluding to the impossibility of being ultimately free while still bound by the chains of authorial oppression. He capitalizes “Cheerfulness” and “Contentment” as a means to heighten these proposals with the purpose of bringing them down to sheer reality. Swift wants the readers to recognize that while these ideas are high and mighty; while you may be seen as an excellent person for proposing these ideas- with no execution in the real world, these ideas mean nothing. Treat here is mirroring reality amongst the reflection of hypocrisy.

-Angelica Costilla

Narrow Principles: A Critique of England

In Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, the narrator goes through captivity by royalty multiple times, and his narrative is one of awe for both Lilliput and Brobdingnag. On page 125, Gulliver describes an episode during which he expects that the “Opinion of the English Reader” will be lessened in regards to the King of Brobdingnag. This very scene is a harsh criticism upon the human race in Europe for delighting in machines of war and injury. Gulliver, in offering to make gunpowder for the king, is refused in what he calls his “nice unnecessary scruple” that would have made the king the “Master of the Lives, the Liberties, and the Fortunes of his People.” Although the character of Gulliver is aghast at this refusal and believes that any European would never have turned down such an offering, the author in no way believes such a refusal to be the result of “narrow Principles and short Views.” Swift is pointing out the cruel bloodlust and thirst for power that the monarch and nobles of Europe have at this time. Unlike the utopian fiction of the time, Gulliver’s Travels at face value presents England as an utopia in comparison to these fantastical lands, but this interpretation is completely misleading. The complete surprise and disgust of Gulliver when he realizes that the king is faithful to his people and does not wish to have complete power over them is total irony intended to show that Swift is not criticizing the made up country of Brobdingnag, but England itself. When he describes the small minded principles of the king and criticizes his preference of swift justice and mercy opposed to drawn out political scandals, a very clear picture of England’s political problems is presented. Using the ideas of utopian fiction and captivity narratives, Swift completely turns these works of literature upside down and points to the flaws of those in England being awed and upset by the images of so-called savages and barbarians. Describing an, albeit fictional, foreign society in which political games and power plays appear to be crimes is Swift’s way of presenting his readers with a society that is better than their own. Gulliver is the exact type of Englishman Swift despises, and it is his criticisms and small mindedness that our author is warning to be detrimental to society in this passage.

-Meredith Leonardo

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 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

Old Gully’s Satire

In Jonathan Swift’s book Gulliver’s Travels, it can definitely be noted that Swift uses satire to parody the captivity narrative and travel narrative that were so popular at the time. He does this by creating a work of fiction that encompasses all the aspects of a captivity and travel narrative in it. Many of these aspects include using certain words to describe the natives as well as incorporating the actual language of the other island people. Even the way Gulliver acts around the natives, emphasizes the relationship between the narrator and their captors. These different examples can be first seen in chapter 1 where Gulliver describes how the natives capture him. He says, “But I should have mentioned, that before the principal person began his oration, he cried out three times, Langro dehul san…” In this sentence he parodies the use of native language that Mary Rowlandson had in her narrative. He also writes later on in that same paragraph:

“I answered in a few words, but in the most submissive manner, lifting up my left hand, and both my eyes to the sun, as calling him for a witness; and being almost famished with hunger, having not eaten a morsel for some hours before I left the ship, I found the demands of nature so strong upon me, that I could not forbear showing my impatience (perhaps against the strict rules of decency) by putting my finger frequently to my mouth, to signify that I wanted food.”

Notice how he used the words “submissive” and “impatience” in the same sentence. To me these two words have very different tones and meanings, and they definitely contradict each other. Meaning that Gulliver recognizes that he has to act a certain way in order to get what he wants, and then figures out that he can exploit this advantage to gain things in his favor.

-Laura Mateo Gallegos

Take Bacon’s Utopia Away Swiftly

By: Katherine Hernandez

Jonathan Swift is known famously for using satire in the novel Gulliver’s Travels in order to convey the foolishness and hypocritical nature of the utopian society that is painted by Francis Bacon. Swift uses irony in Gulliver’s Travels in a very clever way; by depicting the obviously fictions adventures of Gulliver in a way that comes across to readers as perhaps a self-narrative he is able to capture the flawed philosophy of imperialism during his era in almost a seamless manner. What he demonstrates goes directly against the utopian ideology that Francis Bacon sheds light on. By mimicking what Bacon would consider a perfect society, Swift uses satire to shed light on a philosophy that is actually far from perfect and in fact could be held to a mockery considering the fact that during this time period the exact opposite was occurring during the process of colonization. The equality and abundance of food that is mentioned in The New Atlantis is actually the exact opposite of what is occurring in the world.


In Gulliver’s Travels a paragraph that demonstrates the irony that exists witch in the text reads as the following, “ I sworn and subscribed to the Articles with great Cheerfulness and Contentment, although some of them were not so honorable as I could have wished;…… Whereupon my Chains were immediately unlocked, and I was at full liberty.” (Part 1, Chapter 3, Page 44)


I found this quote especially ironic. Swift demonstrates how in Bacon’s Utopia, something as seamless as a disagreement between morals and cultures can come to an ultimate conclusion in which the parties may live amongst each other in harmony, however, Swift is very much aware how that is not occurring during his time. In fact, in the real world, there is a lack of regard for other cultures, for their rules and their ways of living. The Opposite of what happens in a reality takes place, however, in a utopian society the Cheerful and Contentment that is expressed may, in fact, be sincere and liberty shall be gifted to those that follow the ideal. However, in the real world that is not the case. Thus we are met with the use of irony and satire in Swift’s novel. It shows how Swift plants his feet firmly in the realistic ways people treat other people, which is in stark contrast to Francis Bacon, who believes in the good people can have towards one another and eventually a world that is built on compromise and equality for all, an ideology that Swift mocks throughout the novel.