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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.
Lucid DreamingSome people can control lucid dreaming. I've tried to learn how to do it myself, but I've failed each time. However, I do lucid dream, but it's random and involuntary.
I remember a dream where I was hanging out with Hermione Granger for some reason, and one of my teeth fell out. I have a lot of dreams about my teeth coming out or crumbling. Then a few more came out, and I showed them to her.
"Why do I always dream about my teeth falling out?" I asked her, and she pulled a book from out of nowhere, flipping through it.
"It's a sign of insecurity," she explained.
"Great," I laughed dejectedly.
I think that's one of the only lucid dreams I can remember having that wasn't a bad dream or a nightmare, which are the ones I've had most recently. The scariest part of the dreams, even if they're just mildly unpleasant, is being aware that you're in a dream.
In one, I was talking to a girl in the dormitory I was living in. For some reason, we were all on this huge boat that was sort of lik
Teenagers - Male!Reader x NewStudent!Female!ReaderAN: You can choose to read this with your male/female partner if you want, though you can read it by yourself. If you're reading it by yourself, then you may fill in who the other reader will be. Or just fill in the brackets with random names. >_>
I was about to leave the music department when I heard keys being played on a piano. It was from one of the music rooms. I followed where the sound was coming from and when I looked through the small window from the door, I saw that girl playing. The girl that transferred here just a week ago. I noticed that she hadn't been talking to anybody much besides the teacher, so I decided to knock on her door and introduce myself.
As soon as I knocked, she stopped playing immediately and turned around to see who it was. She got up and opened the door. Her eyes stayed staring at the ground.
StrayI think he’s nearby and it’s a solace, because it could be worse - but
then I’m at the top of the world, thousands of lives before me as the
symphonic grass brushes my calves and the cool wind tugs at my hair -
someone down there could be grieving, celebrating, arguing, laughing -
I’m not to know.
I gather my bearings: labelling landmarks, identifying villages, towns;
Hills and valleys and woods and finally the river stretch for as far as
the eye can see, but it’s not enough. He does not live there.
He is further away than I could ever have imagined.
Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 1Lightning Scar was sitting gracefully in the center of a sunlight clearing, staring at the sky. He was admiring the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. "What a beautiful day it is today!" He said while his brother was running to where Lightning Scar is. Lightning Scar was so focused on the sky that he almost didn’t notice his own brother coming towards him. The scent of his brother hits his nostrils and turned around to face him, though.
"Hello there brother Cobalt." Lightning Scar said to his brother Cobalt. Cobalt noticed his brother found out it was him and said, "Hello big brother." Cobalt swiftly walked up to sit beside Lightning Scar, his brother. "I have something to tell you brother." Cobalt said as he received a nod from his brother, "Go ahead and speak Brother." Lightning Scar said. Cobalt was starting to tell his brother everything until Cobalt was quickly interrupted by a loud howl.
"AWOOOOUUU!!!" White Beauty howled loudly. Lightning Scar whipped around
Drowned In Time For eternity, there was light. It was beloved in my heart, as is with any being who lives. There was no desire for death but simply the want for a fun time. But even on the hottest and brightest days, frozen tendrils of darkness can always threaten to put us back into our place. For me, one of those moments was when those thoughts meant nothing to me. When most ideas were to abstract for my young, concrete brain. It was the day I drowned. The last thing I saw was the glare of sun as I felt a smile on my face. Suddenly, seconds were gone. I opened my eyes and felt my body rising, knowing there was a short time missing. I watched blue ribbons float horizontally as I rose towards the sky. I felt shrouded in peace, and I accepted that may have been dead. Nothing mattered to me. There wasn't even a want for air. It was the most calming sensation until I broke water. Suddenly my lungs gasped for air. Disorientation led me into a fit of anxiety as I realized how far my friends we
On Ideas and Blackberry Pie IIA few summers ago I spent two weeks with my great-aunt in Victoria, where she lived with her husband in a little house next to a golf course. Now, every summer I indulge in self-reflection, contemplating my life, my goals, my future, and deciding how I should change to make the next year better than the last.
That was how, for two whole weeks in that summer, I became a runner. Attempted to, anyway.
The golf course next to my aunt’s house was surrounded by a trail that was the perfect distance for me. Leafy trees provided a reprieve from the sun, and by the end I always felt better, although sweatier, than I did before. When I would trot through the door at the end of my run, triumphant, my sister would shake her head at me in awe of my resolve to lead a healthy life.
The very best part about my excursions, though, were the blackberries.
Along the trail stood blackberry bushes, tall and prickly and filled with fruit. They grew in patches on the side of the trail, sporadically popp
Writing Exercise - 8:18 am 30 September 2014 She jumped out of the car and rushed to the door. Fumbling with the keys, she unlocked the door and rushed in to grab her fiance’s work ID that he had forgotten. The young woman ran back out to the car and jumped in handing the man’s ID to him as she got herself buckled in.
They drove down to the male’s place of employment. After turning off the car, the man leaned across the seat and kissed his fiancee. Both removed themselves from the car and stood for a moment in the empty parking lot.
“Zip the up the jumper and make sure the hood is up,” the man said as his fiancee shivered holding the jumper tight around her body.
The young woman gave a nod and a smile, “I’ll message you when I get home.”
She gave him one last kiss before she began to walk away from her fiance. She looked back at him and smiled before starting up th
Ana's Journey SummaryThis is a story of a wolf called Ana and her journey. The young wolf had a lot of suffering in her life, but one day new things started happening in her life like love, protection, caring, and so much more. Our young leader runs into her past foes while out in search for food. Can Yamcha get to her in time to protect her from these dangerous wolves out to settle a score?
Don't order pizza when you're drunk...So today (Saturday!) we had a deal with my bf that I'll order pizza for tonight (as I'm the only one of us two that speaks fluent language of the country we currently live at - because I was born and raised here... *whispers*).
So he went to have a nap (because he's been working a lot last few days) and I did LOTS of procrastinated cealaning (bleh) and then I checked out free Guild Wars 2 game(until the end of this month!). and then it was an evening so I though I'd enjoy myself with some chocoalte and beer because I mostly let myself for that only during weekends. So I did. I had some chocoalte and some very tasty honey beer ^_^ I got lost into the game and by the time we should order, I was half-drunk (I don't need that much to get drunk and this honey beer is actually almost twice as strong as normal one.....).
BUT, despite being drunk my mind preserves most of cognitive abilities, not all in the same time and thinking sometimes takes longer.
So reluctantly I woke up my bf and told
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.
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