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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.
I will. (warning for prose,but mostly description)I.
I will rouse myself from casket mornings, and I will flex the 11 (or was it 12?) muscles in my mouth to form a smile—however painful. I will keep it there… because kindness bandages wounds in the best of ways. I will sip the horizon from my coffee, while weaving fairytales—without ever thinking that I’ve not the innocence anymore… because I’ll make it not matter. I will.
And I will forget him. I will… because ghosts only appear if you look at them, and he’s loved my nightmares—my tears—long enough. And because I’ve haunted myself long enough.
I will allow myself to feel human again, because I’ll remember that rain rids filth, but I’ll try to keep myself wishing less for forgetting-tsunamis… less for escapes just because of prints engrained in roots and soul. So I’ll forget his fingers straying past my heart—the way muscles seized, and cardiac arrest knew betrayal—and the way
Innocent Victim Chapter 7"What?!" was all that I could choke out. Titanic mated with Lusitania and had shiplings?! Why had she not told us?! Of course, he knew the answer to that; they would've forced her to be rid of the shiplings and she would've been punished hard, maybe even scrapped. Maybe it was for her own good. he thought.
Mauretania just continued to talk, "Please don't tell anyone! If anyone finds out their half-liners, and especially from Cunard and White Star, they'll be killed! And I'll be killed too, for protecting them and hiding the secret! Please, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone unless it's Olympic!" she begged.
Britannic was quiet for a moment, thinking. Why should he help her? All she had done her entire life was dis his line and attack his most respected sister with harsh words and actions. But that didn't make it right to where he would tell the whole world and get not only Mauretania killed, but two shiplings that didn't deserve it.
He hesitated and sigh,
Rant.If anybody here works at Google, DA, Bing, whatever. I want you to see if you can make this happen. Get pony filters on the search engines. Why? Because I'm going to tell ya.
Couple days ago I was looking up a toaster on Google and 5 My Little Pony pictures came up with no toasters in it. What. The Fuck. This is one of the reasons why I hate My Little Pony. When I search something that doesn't have anything to do with MLP, it somehow magically turns up. I'm not even joking. It's stupid. They should add a filter to those search sites so if I want to search something, there shouldn't be ponies in it. Except if I actually type in the search engine "My Little Pony" or "ponies". If I type anything else, it should not appear. When I search dinosaurs, my little pony shows up as some of the results. I don't know why! Dinosaurs can eat those ponies but I bet they would vomit from the taste afterwards! More then half of the pony franchise is in random stuff that I type up, in ads, or in the fanb
Sound of Vengeance Chapter 2Iowa had not yet left the spot he had rested in since the day Yorktown left. As his siblings played with their kin carriers, he sat and stared out to sea. He was the oldest of the four, his radio tower was already done being formed and he was 80 feet long. Just a bit more maturity and he would be ready to join the Navy and take the fight to the Japanese!
As he watched, with his battleship sight that could show the smallest details on a ship from 16 miles away, as far as his turrets would aim, he noticed a small black dot on the horizon. It was a carrier, familiar in shape, and it was speeding towards the harbor at full speed. As the carrier got into his sights better, he smiled. "Mom's home!" he cheered and dashed forward to greet her.
At the sound of their mother being called, Missouri, New Jersey and Wisconsin looked up. With grins on their faces, all raced forward to meet Yorktown. The carrier yelped with surprise as the four shiplings jumped onto her and hugged her. Iowa was the fi
UnlovedHave you ever been afraid of being alone forever? Felt that sudden grip on your heart when you think about the future? Or how unlikable you are or might be to the desired sex? Sometimes I feel that. But I'm not necessarily afraid of being without someone I love- It's more like I'm afraid of pushing people so far away- of being so unfeeling- that I become unlovable.
I don't want to be that old lady who's eating lunch alone in a restaurant, with no wedding ring- no signs of people who love her- nothing but herself lost amongst the sea of jubilant, vibrant people. I'm lost. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm a monster.
I don't know how to fix myself.
I don't know how to be who I want to be.
I don't know how to be the right person.
Wife's Nighty Feet (The Story)First I want to take the time and thank everyone who faved and likes to read the recap of all the photos I take and story behind them. *THANK YOU*
We had a gift card to a Longhorn steakhouse restaurant so my Wife, my two Sons and myself went to dinner. We ate, came home and she immediately put on her red jammies with the little black designs on and she had on her black socks with the argyle design on the top part of the sock.
She went in our bedroom to lay down and watch TV and she shut off the ceiling light and put on the lamp on the bed stand next to her.
I waited, got my cell, and walked in like I was looking for something and then I shut the door and put on the light. She knew what was coming next and she practically begged me for no photos however I reminded her that she still owed me a few so she finally gave in and she let me rest her ankles over the bed spread and cover them with the pillow.
I then slowly removed each sock, one at a time, and I was surprised she didn't protest
Dawn of The HuntThalia sighed as she tossed another smooth stone across one of the lakes, she was pretty far off from both whiterun and the rest of the companions had decided to go hunting and leave her on her own. "Typical just because they found out that I'm Ulfric's heir they leave me out of everything." she muttered as she tossed another rock watching as it hit one of the rocks and hit the water causing small ripples to disrupt the surface. "Maybe i should leave and go back home." Thalia muttered as she shook her head. "Then you wouldn't be able to be taught how to fight." a voice said as it came up behind her. "Shut up, Vilkas i know that. i mean i didn't even want to join in the first place, if it wasn't for you saving my life..." Thalia said and sighed as she tossed another rock. "Well you got a point their." he said a bit surprised that she had recongized his voice even though they had only talked a couple times. "Hey Vil, how come your not with the other compa
The Dance of Couples As the busy streets of Tokai were buzzing with its catering of shops and the ringing of bikes, there are many moments in the streets that create a lasting impression. I know, I remember one event that helped me and my girlfriend become closer.
It started with me and my girlfriend walking in the streets; looking at the various shops and enjoying the scenery. Then, there was this one building that caught our attention; a dancing academy who was giving out free dancing lessons today. It must of have been a celebration or something. Anyways, I was asking my girlfriend if she wanted to try it out. Even though she was getting all embarrassed, she did agree to go. When we got inside, the place was very elegant. Like there were gentlemen and ladies everywhere and I felt like I was a butler. When we were walking in the room, a person was guiding us to the changing rooms. Apparently, we needed to dress up so we can dance properly. I was wearing pro
Some StrangerI’ve always wanted to talk to a stranger with patient eyes about my life.
I’d tell them about how my best friend was Shawn Quinn, in elementary school.
I’d talk about the first time my mother let me walk home by myself.
But then I received roller blades. And it wasn’t so bad.
I’d talk about the trauma in my childhood.
The neighbors, who had disgusting fingers that touched me
I’d probably talk too much about it.
I’d tell them about how much I loved ugly sweaters
My parents never approved
I’d remember the family Christmas parties
And how much I adored them.
I’d grimace when I talked about how I engorged myself on toffee and water chestnuts
I can’t eat either anymore.
And I’d probably give a large amount of time talking about Heather
The first woman I fell in love with.
How it began beautifully
And I stayed up nights aching in my soul for her
It didn’t end well
And I was proud of myself for moving on
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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