World Literature Paper IIExposition of the Romantic Mentality
Gustave Flaubert examines the absurdity of a romanticized outlook in his novel Madame Bovary. In order to capture the Romantic mentality, Flaubert describes ideas distant from the characters with heightened idealism, but as he focuses in closer, the subject becomes contorted into a harsh reality. Emma Bovary epitomizes the irrationality of this exaggerated romanticism, with her high expectations of love, life and death.
From the introduction of Emma Bovary, Flaubert investigates the more Romantic aura about her. His description of her presence exemplifies the aspect of Emma which categorizes as a problem with Romanticism. From the first detailed sketch of Emma, the character Charles examines specifically her hands, focusing on the "whiteness of her nails." However, as Charles looks more closely, he realizes that her hand is "not beautiful" and "little hard at the knuckles" (10). As the firs
World Literature Paper IExploration of Existentialism
Albert Camus and Isabel Allende reveal the negative aspects of Existentialism through the characterization of Meursault in the Stranger and Amanda in the House of the Spirits. By manipulating the physical and emotional vices of each, the authors create two opposing characters who fall victim from the adherence to the philosophical life style. Their eventual ruin alerts the reader to the reality of Existentialism.
One of the original philosophers of Existentialism, Jean-Paul Sartre, wrote that "existence precedes essence," and with these words created an apathetic attitude which highlights Existentialism (Crowell). However, Camus' own philosophy contrasts this. In his essay, "The Myth of Sisyphus," he explores the overall purpose to life, concluding that even though life lacks the "essence," humans still have a meaningful "existence," and therefore "one must imagine Sisyphus happy" (Camus, "The Myt
History Internal AssessmentTo what extent did Allied intervention in the Russian Civil War (1918-1921) lead to the Bolshevik victory?
Section A - Plan of Investigation
The purpose of this paper is to discover to what extent the Allied intervention against the Red Army during the Russian civil war aided the Bolsheviks to achieve victory. The sources to be used during the investigation will be the personal writings and speeches of Lenin and Trotsky, the most powerful Bolsheviks during the war. These sources will provide insight to the Bolshevik point of view to the war. Furthermore, anthologies of correspondences among the Allies will reveal their intentions for intervention, as well as their point of view on the war, which will be compared to that of the Bolsheviks. Finally circulated text, most specifically propaganda, in Russia shall be used to see the official Bolshevik reaction against the Allies. It is hoped to learn to what extent the Allies unknowingly helped the Bolshevik cau
Theory of Knowledge Essay6. All knowledge claims should be open to rational criticism. On what grounds and to what extent would you agree with this assertion?
Rational criticism-- the topic seems easy to understand on the surface; however, after much reflection, it is difficult to call criticism such. As I see it, when one refers to something as rational, it means that is it logically sound and reasonable. Yet one cannot simply use only logic when critiquing a knowledge claim, as it only focuses on one aspect of knowing, ignoring perception, emotion, and language. During the analysis, reason will be used; therefore every critique is rational to an extent; nevertheless the author of the claim might not have used reason to primarily build their claim. Therefore, I believe that in order to successfully critique a claim, a scholar must identify which of the four ways of knowing is most responsible for the design of the claim, and specifically target that particular way of knowing in o
Extended EssayTo what extend, if at all, did Cicero by speaking the Philippics have on the fall of the Roman Republic?
The decaying political scene after the assassination of Julius Cæsar has always sparked debate among Roman history enthusiasts as to who began the inevitable fall of the Roman Republic. Most easily blame either Cæsar or Brutus, while others blame Marcus Antonius. The list of possible scapegoats is nearly endless. However, through analysis of sources published about this time period, a new theory arose which calls for a new investigation. Evidence suggests that Marcus Tullius Cicero may have played a more active role in the destruction of the Republic than previously thought. More precisely, the blame can be placed upon his fiery speeches known as the Philippics.
Therefore, an investigation was launched as to the extent of the influence of Cicero's Philippics on the fall of the Roman Republic. First the character of Cicero was studied
MasquaradeIt's just a masquerade.
We float around life
Shrouded by paper faced
To mask our own identity,
Scared to death of one thing:
Others may see the fear.
Berdie's WeddingThe chirping woke me up this morning earlier than usual. Normally we wait til the sun rises to get to work, but this morning the birds were up before the sun. No other sounds could be heard, except for the careless song, as they chatter away outside the window. I groaned and turned over in the bed. The mass next to me didnt move. It laid there, stiff and motionless, with the chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as it breathed. The birds did not wake Rubin.
I closed my eyes for just a brief moment, just a blink, reopening them to a lit room. The yellow beams from the window danced along the bare walls, revealing the cracks and holes formed from impact. Tiny specks flittered in the ray across the room- fairy dust ma told me long ago. They leave it behind when they come and visit you in your dreams she said to me. For many nights after I would try so hard to stay awake all night to see the fairies come but I never could, always falling asleep after bout an hour. Rubin called me si
Time Passes ListlesslyTime passes listlessly
As we wander thru life
And losing ourselves
Take me away
From this world
Of half-repressed urges
Help me move on
Raise me up
I love you
The WordsI hear the words echo through my mind
Restlessly turning and churning during the nite
Pondering what satisfaction was achieved
And where these morals are deemed worthy.
Sinned have I, but you far deeper.
Such a stain on your soul, forever blacked by guilt,
Yet you continue, unscratched, unscathed
While I tumble into darkness without direction
Repeating and reliving those very moments when
You stole away my life... my happiness
With those words, echoing in my mind.
Tickle Torturing My Neighbor Part 2 1⃣ ✅Tickle torturing my neighbor Mike part 2
It's been a while since I've tickled my neighbor Mike. But I decided that the time had come to approach him again to see if you would be up for another tickling session. As he was outside one day raking leaves, I decided to strike up a conversation with him. The conversation didn't last long before I asked how he felt about being tickled again. Mike looked at me and his eyes were almost shining.
"You'd do that for me?" He asked.
I told him that I would be more than happy to tickle him again, however this time I would focus only on his feet. Mike smiled and we chose the next morning as the time that I would go tickle him. I arrived at his house probably the next morning with a few tickle tools in my hand. I brought the usual hairbrush, feather and Velcro. I also brought along some shoe string to tie his toes. And Mike told me to use some of his blankets to tie his ankles together. Mike's parents just left for work and Mike answer
The ''Dream within a Dream'' dreamThe "Dream within a dream" dream. (In the order experienced)
+ Dream 2
My dream started out in this car...it felt like spring or summer and we were blockaded in the middle of this city street. I was with one heavy-set blonde girl at the drivers seat with TONS of cans of yellow monster around her area and one dark brown haired skinnier girl with a curly ponytail, both seeming to be in their 30s. They were washing their windows and an angry mob was around them. I got a very bad vibe about the ladies and suddenly the blonde lady said, "Let's wash it with pig's blood next." Sure enough, their windshield was covered in thick red chunks, and the crowd outside of us yelled and booed. Shortly after, "We did pigs blood. Now some cow's blood." and sure enough, there comes the red wiping fluid. I was calm, but on the inside I needed to escape. These ladies were fucking nuts. Eventually they began to drive through the crowd and had accepted me as one of them for some reason, so I conned them into
Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7 2⃣ ✅Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7
For someone like me, one of the greatest things in the world is when somebody that I love to tickle will actually ask me to tickle them. This just so happened to be the case with Michael. But there was a small story behind it. I'll just skip right over all of that, and basically tell you that Michael's conditions were he wanted me to tickle him but only on 1 foot.
He did not specify a time limit, all you said is that I could only tickle one of his feet. Normally this would be a tough decision, but I knew that Michael's right foot was his sweet spot. So I decided to gather some tickle tools and get ready. I got a hairbrush, my normal piece of Velcro, and a feather. I told Michael to lay down on his bed. Michael wore shoes on both of his feet. He extended both of his feet out in front of him and said:
"Pick one foot and then I'll keep my other foot close to me so you don't try anything!"
Without saying a word, I gently held his right ankle
Passion to Create (Please Read)
I know I should've written this in like a journal or whatever, but I feel like I want to get this out there. It's now 12:07 AM by the time I'm writing this on what's now Wednesday February 25th, 2015. I was trying to get some sleep earlier, but I've been having these thoughts come across my mind that I feel like I want to share. It concerns on what I do, both in terms of drawing and MMD, but I’ll be mostly covering on the topic of my artwork. I know I’ve already discussed about these topics before, but I think this is somewhat different than what I’ve talked about and what I’ve done before.
In the past, I’ve always taken on certain projects like making webcomics and trying to write stories, and that’s something I’ve been trying to do with Shadowed Lights the last few years. I’ve always gone way over my head on what I did back then. I have a history of starting stories, but I never got around to finishing them, nor was I anywhere near endi
Short story about FriendshipToday I was reunited with an old friend, whom I haven't heard from in a long time. I had previously been nervous to approach her, scared I'd make mistakes and be pushed away again, like I had so many times before.
Her words, as always, spoke of hope and light in a time of darkness, and although I had forgotten some, it was not as much as I'd feared. She was sweet and forgiving, and her voice brought back memories of pain and sadness, sleepless nights when I'd go to her in tears and she'd whisper reassurance to me, magic and perseverance, and honey-colored sunsets in Cortona.
We talked until my mouth knew all the words again, until again I knew all the colors in her eyes. She was always so kind. When the rest of the world was crumbling into dust, she stood strong and held me close whilst I cried.
I wondered why I'd ever left her.
Maybe, after I could stand again, I simply didn't need to go to her so often.
And so we went our separate ways. I made new friends.
She waited for me.
I hope w
The True Life of an IB StudentIts 3am, and you furiously type out the last few sentences of the 2000 word history essay. Red-eyed, you swear as you continuously misspell words. Every back space is another second you dont get sleep. You finish close up the last sentence and click word-count: 1957 words. Saving the document, you say a little prayer that there arent any typos in your paper, after all, it is due in 5 hours, so you dont have any time to proof read your work. Then, you become angry at yourself for waiting this late to write the essay. Seriously, you think, Ive known about this for months, why did I wait until just now to write it. Shrugging, you fall into bed, too tired to change into pajamas. Slowly sleep begins to take over your mind, until something starts you awake once again: World Literature Paper 1. Its due in a month You close your eyes once again and sigh: Ill start it this weekend.