Unformatted text preview: The children, just as the adults, show no sensitivity or emotion about the coming event. Even the lottery official, Mr. Summers, appears to have a blissful attitude on this summer morning. “His conscience is as black as the—all but one—little slips in the little black box. He does not recognize the evil or, perhaps, know right from wrong. He does not question the tradition of the lottery; instead, his token civic improvements call not for elimination of the lottery but for the substitution of slips of paper for chips of wood—for convenience and expediency” (Friedman 65). It is through these events that this village’s evils become evident....
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- Spring '08
- The Lottery, Sin, Short story, The New Yorker