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 Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)
After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.
A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
Tickle CampSo a couple weekends ago the temple but I work as a volunteer for was going on a retreat. It's basically a two day camp thing. We get students from our temple and a few tables from around the area and we all go spend a weekend together. So I was volunteering to be one of the "counselors".
After a long and drawn out two hour bus ride with a bunch of overly energized 13 and 14-year-olds, we made it to the camp. It was after we got to the camp but I found out that the cabin that I would be in charge of was going to be a boy cabin. (Some guys do end up in girl cabins). Anyway, I met up with the five boys in that would be under my "command". Their names were: Eric, Danny, Josh, Zack, and Alex. They were all 14 except for Danny who is 13. After meeting up we headed to the cabin and set everything up. And after that the Camp manager told us that the original evening plans we're going to be canceled because of weather issues. So instead I sat the five boys down and we all got to know each othe
SpiderwebAt the ceiling a spider slowly spins its web. I like to observe them when they laboriously link individual threads. Sometimes it takes them less time, sometimes all day. And every time they put everything that they know in the act of creation. The end result is very often beautiful.
And often there's someone who, looking with crooked eye on the newly spun cobwebs, destroys it, leaving it tore down. Only fragments remain, or just nothing. But spider is going back and spins its web again, if not in this place, then in another.
I sit and watch this particular spider, which is precisely in the middle of its work. This spider came back several times already. How easy it's to destroy something that is being built for so long. Sometimes, by the actions of others, as in the case of my spider, sometimes alone. It's difficult to create, easier to destroy. But you can't fall to the ground, claiming that it's not worth to rise. You always have to find the strength to rebuild the world.
I am the sp
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
Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???So I've been using I.M. Meen in my videos for half a year now, and I suppose you're wondering why I'm doing it in the first place... Well, I have a lot of reasons why, and I'm going to be completely honest here as to why I love this character. But first, a little backstory...
Back when I was still a YTP novice, I was browsing through YouTube and one particular video caught my eye. This video was called "The result of I.M. Meen's workout video", and from what I could tell by the thumbnail, it was supposedly a Pokémon YTP with Ash and Chikorita in it. I couldn't just ignore it, so I clicked on the video and started watching it. I was immediately shown a sped-up clip of I.M. Meen's weird dance segment, and I completely LOST IT. This was before I even knew who this character was, so I had never been exposed to such hilarity before. I kept watching and, sure enough, it was a Pokémon YTP all right, with a few I.M. Meen parts thrown in. I watched these parts with great interest, bec
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.