In Chapter 11, Ellison utilizes an oxymoron or a juxtaposition of two unlike things to create emphasis for the reader. The narrator speaks out saying that a "flash of cold-edged heat enclosed me" (p.232)and at this point begins fantasizing about what evil contraption he has been placed in. Later to his bewilderment he understands that the electrical impulses are to reduce the pain he is in, not inflict more as he previously proposed. For one of the first times White people are taking care of him and in his current condition he is very thankful. His previous instinct to free himself and flee from the White women and man most likely sprung from the betrayal of White people to him. It is in this way that he regained a little bit of confidence in what his grandfather had said to him about placating the White man long ago.