Critical Thinking Questions1. Early in this unit, you read the story of Daedalus and Icarus. There are at least two lessons to be learned from this myth. What might those be?The two lessons I learned from Daedalus and Icarus are listen to others/think before you do, the other lesson is be humble just because you may be able to do something (escape in this case) doesn't mean you are the best.2. Which do you believe is more meaningful reading, mythology or folklore? Why do you think this is so?I believe that folklore is more meaningful because it is supposed to outline a traditions in a culture. 3. We look to the past for stories of legendary figures. Future readers will oneday be looking to our time for legendary figures as well. Who are some current-day figures who might be considered legendary figures in the future? What characteristics make them befitting of a legend?It is hard to think of a legend since these are names that we hear on the news but if I had to pick a couple of legends maybe Barack Obama since he was the first African-American president as well as Lebron James who recently just won Cleveland's first championship in any sport in 68 years making Lebron one of thetop five players of all time. 4. Suppose you were going to write a current-day morality tale. What are some ofthe dangerous situations or cultural taboos about which you might warn your reader?I would probably reference the first Thor movie and have the main character get recorded doing something weird causing the video to go “viral”.Which would be anattempt to warn the reader that social media is a blessing and a curse, with anything you do or say could end up being a online forever.5. Why do you think that fairy tales always end with "happily ever after"?I think fairy tales always end with “happily ever after” to leave the reader on a good feeling, since they are mostly meant to be for children.
"The Fall of Icarus" by Jacob Peeter Gowy is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
Among all those mortals who grew so wise that they learned the secrets of the gods, none was more cunning than Daedalus.
He once built, for King Minos of Crete, a wonderful Labyrinth of winding ways so cunningly tangled up and twisted around that, once inside, you could never find your way out again without a magic clue. But the king’s favor veered with the wind, and one day he had his master architect imprisoned in a tower. Daedalus managed to escape from his cell; but it seemed impossible to leave the island, since every ship that came or went was well guarded by order of the king.Q1
At length, watching the sea-gulls in the air—the only creatures that were sure of liberty—he thought of a plan for himself and his young son Icarus, who was captive with him.
Little by little, he gathered a store of feathers great and small. He fastened these together with thread, molded them in with wax, and so fashioned two great wings like those of a bird. When they were done, Daedalus fitted them to his own shoulders, and after one or two efforts, he found that by waving his arms he could winnow the air and cleave it, as a swimmer does the sea. He held himself aloft, wavered this way and that with the wind, and at last, like a great fledgling, he learned to fly.
Without delay, he fell to work on a pair of wings for the boy Icarus, and taught him carefully how to use them, bidding him beware of rash adventures among the stars. “Remember,” said the father, “never to fly very low or very high, for the fogs about the earth would weigh you down, but the blaze of the sun will surely melt your feathers apart if you go too near.”Q2
For Icarus, these cautions went in at one ear and out by the other. Who could remember to be careful when he was to fly for the first time? Are birds careful? Not they! And not an idea remained in the boy’s head but the one joy of escape.
The day came, and the fair wind that was to set them free. The father bird put on his wings, and, while the light urged them to be gone, he waited to see that all was well with Icarus, for the two could not fly hand in hand. Up they rose, the boy after his father. The hateful ground of Crete sank beneath them; and the country folk, who caught a glimpse of them when they were high above the tree-tops, took it for a vision of the gods—Apollo, perhaps—with Cupid after him.
At first there was a terror in the joy. The wide vacancy of the air dazed them—a glance downward made their brains reel. But when a great wind filled their wings, and Icarus felt himself sustained, like a halcyon-bird in the hollow of a wave, like a child uplifted by his mother, he forgot everything in the world but joy. He forgot Crete and the other islands that he had passed over: he saw but vaguely that winged thing in the distance before him that was his father Daedalus. He longed for one draught of flight to quench the thirst of his captivity: he stretched out his arms to the sky and made towards the highest heavens.Q3
Alas for him! Warmer and warmer grew the air. Those arms, that had seemed to uphold him, relaxed. His wings wavered, drooped. He fluttered his young hands vainly—he was falling—and in that terror he remembered. The heat of the sun had melted the wax from his wings; the feathers were falling, one by one, like snowflakes; and there was none to help.
He fell like a leaf tossed down the wind, down, down, with one cry that overtook Daedalus far away. When he returned, and sought high and low for the poor boy, he saw nothing but the bird-like feathers afloat on the water, and he knew that Icarus was drowned.
The nearest island he named Icaria, in memory of the child; but he, in heavy grief, went to the temple of Apollo in Sicily, and there hung up his wings as an offering. Never again did he attempt to fly.Q4
Icarus and Daedalus by Josephine Preston Peabody is in the public domain.
acting without thinking carefully first; careless
- Reel(verb): to lose one's balance or move about in an unsteady way
without success or results