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.
Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap Mom
I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!Era una fredda mattina d’inverno. La neve cadeva in grossi fiocchi dal cielo grigio, e il vento piegava le fronde degli alberi.
Nicoletta entrò a scuola, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
disse la ragazza, tenendo aperta la porta in modo che anche loro potessero entrare.
esclamò William, con un brivido.
si lamentò Averell, osservando i suoi vestiti, bagnati a causa della neve che vi si era sciolta sopra.
sentenziò Joe, e i quattro fratelli si cambiarono.
esclamò William, e porse alla sorellina una delle uniformi di Jack.
sorrise la ragazza, abbracciando Jack e William Corse nel bagno e ne uscì un attimo dopo, indossando una maglia a righe gialle e nere, ed un paio di pantaloni gialli.
sorrise. Corse lungo il corridoio, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
rise lei, correndo verso le scale.
Si sedette sul corrimano di metallo, e si lasciò scivolare giù.
Joe, Jack, Wi
UntitledAround my thirteenth birthday my at the time single father, got remarried to a woman named Amanda. I never really liked Amanda, but she did have a daughter who quickly became my best friend. Her daughters name was Charlotte, and when i saw Charlotte for the first time i think my heart skipped a beat, pale smooth and flawless skin, long silky black hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. (not to mention how nice her boobs and butt were, like damn, you're fifteen, you're not allowed to be that hot.). Charlotte was always very nice and caring, and turned out to be a great step-sister.
Now, my dad was in the military so he wasn't home, A LOT. So most of the time Amanda looked after Charlotte and I. You see, the point of the story is, that Amanda had very strict rules, (that i often broke). And Amanda believed in child punishment without harming her children. You can guess where this is going. So yeah, Amanda had a set of dual sto
.:Sto procent mozgu:. - "Według teorii strun poruszamy się w świecie, który przenika co najmniej 10 wymiarów.
Cztery z nich są dla nas obserwowalne. Pierwsze trzy tworzą siatkę, w której żyjemy i nadają wszystkiemu wymiary: wysokość, szerokość i głębokość, natomiast czwartym wymiarem jest czas. Teorie superstrun zakładają istnienie aż 10 wymiarów lub 11 (gdyby wliczyć zerowy wymiar, którym jest kropka kwantowa).
Fizyka kwantowa opisuje dokładnie pozostałe wymiary. Piąty wymiar można sobie wyobrazić jako rozgałęzienia na osi czasu, która przedstawia czwarty wymiar. Tak więc, piąty wymiar to nasze możliwości wyboru ścieżki życiowej. Szósty wymiar tworzą możliwe równoległe światy, czyli światy w których powstały zupełnie inne piąte wymiary ni
Cry X Ib: Part 2The brunette pair wandered through the gallery, searching through obstacles and puzzles of all kinds. Through darkness, paintings, monsters, and more, they kept walking.
Ib wondered endlessly about the Tall male as they searched for Garry. Why did he wear a mask? Wear did he come from? Was Cry his real name? She thought about it.
"Hey kid, you ok?"
Ib looked up, realizing she was daydreaming. "Huh? Oh...yeah.And I'm not a kid. I'm 17"
Cry's head tilted. "You sure? You looked like you were lost in thought."
"I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"That's specific..." He then went quiet.".......... Is it about boobes?"
Ib couldn't help but laugh. "Not a lesbian, thank you!" Cry smiled underneath the mask. "See? I made you laugh! Must not be serious thoughts." Ib rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but only 'cause you have a good sense of humor. Hey...... What's that?"
Ib pointed down a corridor. She could see a very strange silhouette down the hallway.
Cry then turned s
Sitting on a nearby bench she put her bag in front of her feet and started to find something to eat she smiled when she found her favorite food m&m’s opening the large bag and grabbed a handful of the delicious chocolate. she took in her surroundings and looked around her she was in the forest just outside a abandoned building not far from civilization if she needed supplies. There was no sign of her parents or anyone else that she could see she smiled at the fact that she was finally free of their grip on her she was about to eat another piece of candy when she heard a stick break. Fear quickly gripped her small frame and she instantly froze she didn’t move for fear of being attacked. Slowly she put her candy away and got her bag back on she went over to a nearby tree and hid behind it. The bushes rustled again to reveal a man he looked to be a drug dealer he wore a black hoodie with a purple mask and yellow sunglasses a red symbol was on the front part of the ho
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.