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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.
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup. Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gangnam sty
Blood MoonWe stood in the middle of the road in flip flops and winter jackets. Our silhouettes were outlined by the motion sensor lights on the porch, our heads tilted back searching the sky.
"Have we ever even looked for the moon out here before?"
She shrugs and sighs. "No, but we also have never been out at half past twelve."
"Yes we have. We just never looked at the sky." Maybe because we didn't care if it was their, as long as we had the porch light, we didn't need the moon. But i didn't say that.
I saw lights down the road but they weren't moving closer.
"Should we go up to the turn-around?"
The car sounded exceptionally loud leaving the driveway at this time. We pulled up on the mat of pine needles on the side of the road and stepped out of the car. We went to both sides of the road and strained our necks but we saw nothing.
"Should we go to the bottom of the hill?" It's a mountain. I know why she calls it the hill though. It's such a gradual slope you'd never guess you were a thousa
Infatuation . . .
What is this . . . feeling that I couldn't shake myself free from?
I honestly don't know, despite that I felt this way in some points of my life that led up until now . . . Okay, I'll admit that I have felt this way towards a few, selective guys in my classes—I mean . . .
You see, I've been having my heart's eyes on this guy for a little too long. Like, this isn't normal at all—not for me, that is. I'm somewhat of a . . . tough girl (if that's even a proper way to describe me briefly), you know? It's rare for me to head over heels for someone just from the sight of a boy that seems like my type. The main—er, one of the main—reasons for this has to do with my education. What I mean by that is getting exceptional grades as I pave my own little path to graduation at the end of my high school years.
The boy that my oh-so fluttering heart was spying on was honestly decent lookin
My Trip to the MallIt had been a couple of weeks since I went into Victorias Secret to purchase a pair of berry colored string bikini panties. I thought they were adorable and I loved wearing them to sleep!
After a while I thought about going out in public and purposely having them show while I bent over in front of attractive women. It would be a nice thrill that would excite me and make women laugh. I knew it was inappropriate but I figured making women forget about their problems as they laughed at my embarrassing predicament wouldn't be too bad.
The day came when I decided to take the bus to the mall, I wore a short collared shirt with designs that I always thought was nice for going out, but this particular one was a smaller size. It would be easier for it to rise above the waist of my pants when I bent over to expose my bikini panties! I got off the bus and when I stopped at the streetlight in front of the mall I realized I had my first opportunity. I heard a group of girls laughing and talking beh
Tupperware Party You’ve been invited to a Tupperware party
A Tupperware party?
My mom use to get invited to Tupperware parties.
I would always sit there bored, thinking about how stupid they were.
I didn’t understand why dishes could be so fascinating.
I didn’t understand why ladies would throw Tupperware parties;
Why to be a lady one had to sit and look at dishes.
I’m twenty-two now,
And I was just invited to a Tupperware party.
A Tupperware party?
Am I really old enough to be invited to a Tupperware party?
Am I really at that point where I can no longer sit on the side line;
Sit on the side line thinking about how stupid talking about dishes is?
I don’t know what’s worse.
That I was just invited to a Tupperware party,
Or that I actually kind of want to go.
Never stay long in the sun Sweetnightstar *Vent*Sweetnightstar is a bit upset cause no one cared that she was in stasis under the sun for several hours. Lucky Silverfinder found her while he was out on his patrol and brought her back to base. Silverfinder quickly took her to Med bay where Ratchet works at because her body was steaming hot. Ratchet quickly helped her to get back to normal, but in a slow and watchful pace, just to make sure she is ok and healthy again.
My evil puppet roommate - Sneaking out - part 1"Oh, come on, Slappy, it's just for a few hours!" begged Niky, joining her hands in plea
"Yeah" Rosechan approved "It won't take long! We'll be back so soon you won't even notice we've been out!"
"I said no, slaves!" said Slappy, in an harsh tone.
The girls wanted to hang out with their friends that evening, but Slappy didn't want to let them go. So, has he sat on his armchair, they knealed down in front of him and started to beg him persistently
"We did a great job this week, remember?" said Niky, hopefully "You said it too, Master! We fixed your armchair and pillows right, and cleaned the room properly, washed and dried your jacket perfectly... We even ironed your suit!"
"That's right!" nodded Rosechan "You said we did such a good job, we deserved a reward!"
"So... why don't you let us go out, just for tonight?" Niky asked "Then we'll be happy and no more bother you, Master, please-!"
"Enough!" Slappy shout made the girls fall on the carpet. He slipped down from the armchair, and sto
Prowl and Jazz's little once grown up brat. *Vent*For the past several days Ninjadash just starting to experience what humans called it a "Teenage Temper Tantrum problem". His sire Prowl and his carrier Jazz doesn't know that Ninjadash is having this problem. Ninjadash only aruges, fights and ignore his sire. When he is in the training room alone or in his room alone, he will be throwing things, punching and kicking everything in his path. Plus he will eb saying words like "Frag it!" or "Slag it!", but he sometimes be calling other bots "FRAG YOU!" or "SLAG YOU!"
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.
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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