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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.
A Day with a FilipinoPart 1
Only thirty minutes. That’s how long before we experienced our first car accident. The average group would have seen that as a bad sign, called it a day, and gone to back home to bed. That’s not this story. This is the story of three guys who slammed, at thirty miles per hour, against a guard rail with zero reaction.
Zeth put his head in his hands thinking. Of course I’ve just evened out the damage to my car.
Good ol’ Zeth. He managed to veer into the car rail when the car in front of us decided to slam on its brakes out of nowhere. Otherwise him and Harold would have been in the other car’s backseat saying howdy.
As Zeth got out to take a look at the damage the car in front of us decided it was excellent timing to peel away. Zeth rawr’d, “ NOOOOOOO!!!!” Then proceeded to do an angry man jig. Meanwhile Harold and I watched highly entertained.
Harold was the reason for this journey. He needed to update his passport in order to retur
Joining the Force (Dog Tf)Shannon Morely was 21 years of age and always seeked fun and adventure, something that always had the unexpected around the corner. Which is why she sent off an application form to join the dog squad in the local police force, one she loved dogs more than anything else and two she was be someone good enforcing law and order whenever she went and thirdly each day’s work was unexpecting so who knew what the day would bring.
Three days after the application was submitted, Shannon received a phone informing her that a contract was coming through the post for her to read and sign but only if she was sure.
Shannon smiled as she placed down her mobile on the bed side table and she stood in front of her full body mirror looking at herself in her demin shorts and black sleeveless summer top and imagined herself wear the police uniform with a brown dog on a leash chasing after criminals when suddenly she heard the letter box opening and shutting.
Like a young child at Christmas she ran dow
CatsCats are, in some ways, better than humans at being friends. Now, I know this is going to make some people sit up straighter, put their hands adamantly on their hips and say, "But cats can't speak, they can't understand you, and they are definitely are not capable of human emotion!". But you see, indignant Homo Sapiens, while you are indeed correct in all of those points raised, cats will, given that you treat them well and with care, sit quietly on you lap on a rainy day as you watch a very annoyed John scream at an extremely bored Sherlock as he shoots the bright yellow smiley face on the wall, and will share the heat their body generates with you as you stroke their fuzzy ears, and although they cannot share their thoughts with you or express their feelings, cats will not (as I know from real life experience) spread rumours about you or talk among themselves behind your back. Just...just think about that for a while, okay?
Hey!So I'm just testing a few things like the author tag and some other stuff. There will be something else so don't think 'cause I'm trying to fix things I won't have time to send out a new storypart of a story. Also, just a question, would anyone read a Zoethian thing? If I can write it, I've gotten really adjusted to the persepctive of Lalnable, so writing is a little tricky. Anyways, yeah! Tell me if you'll read that and I'll see you later!
I knew you. You knew me.
Now I'm left with small traces of you in my life.
And this necklace.
My fears wash away as I hold it.
I feel like I'm in need of fixing.
I'm left with goofy grins, Red cheeks and a halved heart.
I feel lifeless.
A letter to my future selfDear me,
This came to me literally five seconds ago. But what I want out of life now, and what i get out of it later, are probably two different stories. Anyway, I hope you’re doing okay. I hope you have kids (depending on age you read this), have a loving husband/boyfriend/wife/girlfriend and all that shenanigans. Im writing this because who gives a fuck. All I hope is that you do read this. and that you’re not dead, or into drugs, or anything really fucked up like that… My ideal life right now is not probably what you’re living. I hope you are in Texas though. If not, I dont know what happened. Probably money, probably didnt want to upset your parents. I do that alot. Im listening to all of this by naked and famous and its getting me off track, you remember that song, Aly? or do you go by Alycia now? What do you do for work? If its my dream job (Rooster Teeth), congratulations. I hope you date someone cute in the company, then again, everyone the
15. September 2014Das Wort. Ein Wort. Ein stilles Wort im Raum. Ein Kontrast zu allem Schwarz und Weiß. Eine Nuance in allen Farben des Regenbogens schillernd, Muschelsichel, Mondnachthell, Perlmutttanz, Sand unter den Fingernägeln.
Schritte die über die Pflastersteine des vertrauten, altbekannten, fremden, ekligen Ort knirschen. Die Stadt klebt wie Kaugummi an dir.
Weißer Atem, Nebelschwaden, brennen in Auge und Nase, Rachen und mit der Zigarette zwischen den Lippen, stehend im Sandkasten, stehend am Gleis, zwischen dampfenden Zügen, stehend in der Luft. Der Rauch. Ein Moment. Rauch eingefroren in Herbstmorgen. Klirrend, zwischen zwei Fingern zerspringend. Der Moment. Dein Moment. Du. Dein Leben. Du selbst.
Spigelsplittergleich, unsichtbare Wunden reißen, blutige Narben beißen, immer zu kratzen Katzentatzen streichelnd Haut und Ohr, eisgefrorene Nadelspitzen stechen dir ins Herzeleid, einem Nadelkissen gleich, tropft es au
Vita da Dalton - In ritardo (Parte 1)Nicoletta stava correndo verso casa più veloce che poteva. Era uscita con i suoi amici, ma non si era resa conto dell'ora; era molto in ritardo, e sapeva che i suoi fratelli si erano di certo arrabbiati.
Vide che le luci della casa erano ancora accese, e sobbalzò, realizzando che i suoi fratelli erano ancora alzati ad aspettarla. Le cose si stavano mettendo male.
Turò fuori la chiave dalla tasca, aprì la porta ed entrò in casa. Non appena ebbe richiuso la porta, iniziò a cercare i suoi fratelli. Entrò nel soggiorno camminando all'indietro e, quando si voltò, sobbalzò per la sorpresa.
esclamò, vedendo il fratello maggiore in piedi di fronte a lei, con le braccia incrociate sul petto.
Lanciò un'occhiata alle spalle di Joe e vide William, Jack e Averell, in piedi nella stessa posizione.
Sapeva di essere nei guai. L'espressione sui loro volti non prometteva nulla di buono.
Fece un passo indietro, deglutendo a fatica. mormorò, cer
VegetarianIt’s always hard when you starting out as a vegetarian for the first time as teenager, Chloe Hastings found out.
She wasn’t trying too turn vegetarian because she hated eating an animal, it was because she fancied a boy but her friends just laughed at her and told her she won’t last and how right they were.
It was after school and Chloe was walk home on own through the local village and everywhere she looked she saw meat, meat,meat.
Her stomach growled as she held back the thoughts and the temptation.
She headed to her dad’s where she lived with the good for nothing lazy bum who didn’t really bother her, he just let her get on with her life and days.
When she got in she felt her stomach groaning still as it hadn’t been fed since lunch so she headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge and groaned in frustration as she only sure meat, meat and more meat because of her dad’s barbeque party was due that weekend but then she saw a packet of carro
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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