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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.
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't be
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
MusicWhen I’m asked what I think is the most beautiful thing in the world…I respond, “Music.” Music can incite such feelings, emotions and memories in such a way that most things can’t. Even without words, it’s still a very powerful thing.
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
Don't KnowThe truth was and has always been that I love you more than you actually know-possibly to the point of borderline teetering upon being "in love." ...I would do anything for you. I would gladly take care of you to the best of my ability. I would gladly, gently take your hand in mine and look deeply into your eyes and tell you 'everything's going to be alright.' And I would gladly take a bullet to my death to save your life…But I don't think you know. I don't think you realize the extent of how much that I love you. But that's okay, my dear friend…you don't have to know.
Why standardized testing?Why does the government think standardized testing works? I’ll tell you right now it doesn’t. It wastes my time as a student to spend a couple days staring at a testing booklet and filling in answer bubbles. I didn’t learn anything, I didn’t do well, and I had to do it almost every year I went to school. So why does the government think it works? The teachers teach to the tests, they waste my time with pointless formulas I never remember when it comes to taking the test. Why do funds require better scores? It sucks for students and teachers alike.
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
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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