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drums could represent a womb symbol; when people cheer him with drums he feels loved and cared for.

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man who thanks him (he has a strong superego and does not let his selfish thoughts get in the way of how he treats others).

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He lied about his age to join the army. He followed what the rest of the men were doing and served in the army to be able to fit in with the rest of society, even though he wanted to pursue a different career.
"He asked to join. He didn't have to beg; smiling they wrote his lie".

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society has a strong ID and are selfish; don't thank and cheer him home because they only cared for him to fight and now that he is back they don't care about his well-being

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his own id, as well as society's id are more dominant than other thoughts. This leads to the making of immoral decisions (he joins while he is underage, and recruiters let him).

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womb symbol - protects him... but does it really protect him from society? from his own thoughts?

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shell hole = loss of masculinity

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when his restrictions are overpowered by his desires

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daggers are longer than it is wide - shows male force

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feels guilty and regrets his decisions

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the institutions he will have to spend a few years in are designed to take care of him

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he tries to decide what to do, on one hand he has pressure from his peers and on the other hand it is the pressure to maintain his masculinity, also motivated by peers and society

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his decisions are driven by his need to please others (peer pressure) - he wants to look better than the other men/boys his age

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womb symbols - represent safety/security - this is an inversion of parody of a womb symbol

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How warm their subtle hands, shows their power (in control of the situation)

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Lost his legs and arm - lost his "masculinity"

Loss of dominance and power

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Applying the psychoanalytical approach to Wilfred Owen's "Disabled" reveals that when people are driven by their selfish desires (id), they may make impulsive decisions with the result that they lose their power and authority.

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Questions that the Psychoanalytical Approach asks:

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Questions that the Psychoanalytical Approach asks:

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To what extent are characters subconsciously motivated by primal instincts (id)? To what extent are they motivated by structures and morals (superego)? To what extent do the characters experience guilt? Why?

Do characters suffer from an overactive id or an overactive superego? How does it affect their behaviour?

How does this particular literary work – its images, metaphors, and other linguistic elements – reveal the psychological motivations of its characters or the psychological mindset of its author?

How have childhood experiences, both positive and negative, affected the way the characters behave?

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BY WILFRED OWEN

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,

And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,

Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park

Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,

Voices of play and pleasure after day,

Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

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About this time Town used to swing so gay

When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees,

And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,—

In the old times, before he threw away his knees.

Now he will never feel again how slim

Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,

All of them touch him like some queer disease.

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There was an artist silly for his face,

For it was younger than his youth, last year.

Now, he is old; his back will never brace;

He's lost his colour very far from here,

Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,

And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race

And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.

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One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg,

After the matches carried shoulder-high.

It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,

He thought he'd better join. He wonders why.

Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.

That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,

Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,

He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;

Smiling they wrote his lie: aged nineteen years.

Germans he scarcely thought of, all their guilt,

And Austria's, did not move him. And no fears

Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts

For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;

And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;

Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.

And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.

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Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.

Only a solemn man who brought him fruits

Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.

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Now, he will spend a few sick years in institutes,

And do what things the rules consider wise,

And take whatever pity they may dole.

Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes

Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.

How cold and late it is! Why don't they come

And put him into bed? Why don't they come?