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.
Vita da Dalton - Penso io a te...Erano le tre del mattino, e Niky non era ancora tornata. Joe Dalton e i suoi fratelli erano molto preoccupati.
> domandò William >
> aggiunse Jack > disse, tirandosi su le maniche del pigiama.
> disse Joe, rispondendo al primo >
> sospirò Averell.
Dopo pochi minuti, sentirono qualcuno bussare alla porta.
> esclamò Joe, arrabbiato. Si stava già per precipitare alla porta, ma William lo trattenne.
> disse, sapendo com’era il fratello quando era arrabbiato >
Jack corse alla porta, le maniche ancora sollevate, pronto per il lavoro, e l’aprì. > disse in tono severo >
Ammutolì, quando si rese conto che la sorella non era in piedi di fronte a lui, come si aspettava. Invece, era addormentata tra le braccia di Cristian, un suo amico.
> esclamò Jack > domandò al ragazzo.
Cristian entrò in casa.
Joe, William e Averell entrarono nell’ingresso. Non appena videro la scena, corsero verso di loro.
> ordinò Joe.
Averell prese la ragazz
Of trees and branchesThey say that magic isn’t an explosion of sound or light. No, it’s when the world slows down around you like the very end of the carousel ride and you look up into the sky that you’ve seen round after round, spin after spin but this time, when the world slows down and everything freezes like a snapshot, something beautiful begins to happen.
People look up and in the clouds they see fairies and silver linings and look daddy right there is a unicorn, but clouds have always been a little too far away from me.
I look a little closer.
I see arms and hands stretched out to the silver skies, I see slender twigs dancing on tightropes, ready to leap like an astronaut jettisoning off in search of some new land. They grow like veins and arteries from the heart of a tree, becoming finer and finer as if they know someday, one day, they’ll be light enough to just break off from the roots holding them down and float away into the unending sky.
There is something
Vita da Dalton - In ritardo (Parte 2)Niky scavalcò il cancello della casa e si nascose nella siepe. Fece capolino dal groviglio di rami , per sbirciare la casa: tutte le luci erano spente, e c’era un gran silenzio. Corse verso l’albero che cresceva sotto la finestra della sua camera e vi si arrampicò. Quando raggiunse la finestra si allungò, la aprì, e si arrampicò sul davanzale. Infilò la gamba ed il braccio sinistro all’interno, e poi il resto del corpo. Era appena entrata nella stanza, quando la luce si accese. Si voltò, abbagliata dalla luce improvvisa, e vide suo fratello William, seduto sul letto.
Fece un passo indietro > disse, con voce strozzata.
> disse lui, guardandola severamente.
Lei sussultò > balbettò.
> domandò William in tono di rimprovero.
La ragazza abbassò il capo >
> domandò lui, alzandosi in piedi.
> disse lei con voce tremante.
> domandò ancora William, muovendo qualche passo verso di lei.
Niky lo guardò con gli o
Vita da Dalton - Fiducia>
William Dalton stava correndo per casa, arrabbiato.
Niky, la sorellina, stava correndo più che poteva per sfuggirgli. Si lanciò nel soggiorno, e corse attorno al divano. Non appena si rese conto che il fratello stava per prenderla, si lanciò sul divano scivolando lungo lo schienale e rotolò sul tappeto. Approfittando del rimbalzo, si lanciò nel corridoio, pronta a nascondersi nella sua camera, quando andò a sbattere contro qualcuno ed entrambi cadde sul pavimento.
> esclamò Joe, cadendo sul pavimento a sua volta. Si sfregò la testa > domandò, accigliato.
Niky si mordicchiò il labbro inferiore >
William la raggiunse proprio in quell momento > esclamò. Stava per afferrarla per un braccio, quando Joe si rivolse severamente alla ragazza.
> disse la ragazza, ma Joe la interruppe.
William annuì e prese Niky in braccio, sollevandola da terra. > rispose, e portò la ragazza di sopra.
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I was sick of their mind games. Anubis’ plan was to get me caught… so that I could sneak in and retrieve the Alpha’s new weapon. Only things didn’t turn out the way we thought. I was caught, but they didn’t take me to the prison they usually take phantoms, they took me to a new facility, one in the center of Jamaa, where they tested the boomseed poisons they used on our race.
But boomseeds aren’t the only thing they test here. Hallucination inducing drugs that only affect phantoms are one of their favorites; they use it as a new torture device.
The door to my hospital room opens, and in steps my despair. It was the alpha, Cosmo. He wasn’t exactly scary looking, he was short, with large glasses and a lab coat, he looked a bit silly, really, but I feared the things inside his head, he knew out every weakness, and our every desire.
“Time for another dose, Riot.” Says Cosmo, preparing the needle with the drug,
Vita da Dalton - NasoEra tardo pomeriggio, e William Dalton era seduto sul divano. Non sapeva che cosa fare, e si stava annoiando. Sua madre era andata a fare spese con Joe, Jack ed Averell, lasciandolo solo con la sorella più piccola, Niky.
Decise di fare una doccia; si alzò e si diresse verso il bagno. Si fermò, notando la porta chiusa. Bussò ed aprì, senza aspettare una risposta.
> esclamò Niky dall’interno, coprendosi con un asciugamano. Con uno scatto, si lanciò verso la porta e la richiuse colpendo William sul naso.
> esclamò William, portandosi una mano al naso. Incespicò all’indietro, e finì con la schiena contro il muro. > Si lasciò scivolare a terra e si sedette sul pavimento, con entrambe le mani sul naso.
Niky uscì dal bagno, l’asciugamano arrotolato attorno al copro, e si avvicinò al fratello. > esclamò, mettendogli una mano sulla spalla e inginocchiandosi accanto a lui. >
> si lamentò lui.
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.