The Joyride

Rain clouds began to tear themselves away from the jagged peaks of the Koolau range and rays broke through the clouds and beat down on the muddy water of Pearl Bay. Bobby glanced toward them, but his mind was elsewhere. He paced back and forth along the isolated stretch of the narrow beach. Now and then he would kick at loose pebbles along the muddy grey shoreline. For the moment, Bobby was still in his private world, consisting of little more than a strip of mud flat along one small section of the bay.

But his world was about to be invaded. Chris, his best friend since kindergarten, would e showing up any minute. And Bobby knew that before this afternoon ended, their two lives, so entwined these many years, would forever be changed. Bobby clutched a smooth black stone in his fingers. He leaned into the light breeze, preparing to skip it across the harbour waters, but stopped abruptly, remembering that the gods did not like land removed from the island.

As the stone slipped from his fingers, his eyes followed the ripples that glided on and off the grey beach where he stood, then rose almost by habit to gaze once more at the Arizona Memorial stretching white nd graceful, remembering painfully that this would be the last time that he would ever walk along this beautiful beach. As his eyes watched the waves, and how they caressed the muddy shoreline, he began to think of the future. His thoughts were quickly disrupted. Hey bud, how’s it going? What was so important that you had to talk to me about? Chris asked. It’s to hard.

I can’t go on with it. What? What can’t you go on with? Chris demanded urgently. It’s just, that, that, this will be our last weekend together. Wait a minute. Slow down, your not making any sense. None at all. What do you mean that this will be our last weekend together? We have the whole entire summer planned out. Fishing next weekend, canoeing to Ford Island next month, our bike….. NO STOP!!! You don’t understand. My dad got transferred. We’re moving. But why now. School doesn’t start for another two months, and colleges start even later than that! Chris replied. I know, it sucks.

I can’t do anything about it. I’ve tried everything. I’ve even asked my parents if it would be okay to move in with my grandparents for the rest of the summer. But it’s no use. They say I have to get used to the town, meet new friends,and get a job. Okay then. I guess there’s nothing we can do about this. So let’s make the most of it this weekend. Chris said softly. The clouds began to form again. The rays of light that had once beat down upon the water had now disappeared once again. Bobby looked at the end of the bay and watched where the water poured through Maxis’s cave.

Suddenly an idea hit his head like a jolt of lightning. Let’s do something outrageous, something that we’d never do otherwise. Bobby said excitedly. Well what do have in mind? Chris asked, holding a puzzled face. As Bobby raised his arm towards the cave Chris began to see what he was pointing at. His eyes widened in disbelief. Your not serious Bobby. You’re gonna get yourself killed! You better believe it. I’m going, whether your coming or not, well, that’s up to you. Wouldn’t you rather just go fishing? Chris asked questionly. Fishing. It’s my last weekend here, and you wanna go fishing!

Bobby retorted. Fine, let’s do it. I’ll rent some wet suits at the scuba shop, and um.. you can get the inner tubes. Meet back here at 2:30. Chris said excididly. Finally 2:30 came around. By then, the sun had broken up the clouds and you could now see the jagged peaks of the Koolau Mountains. The two boys had shown up. They decided to meet up at the top of Maxis Funnel. When they got there they encountered a man fishing in a near by creak. You boys have a death wish or something? He asked. No sir, Chris said. Were just looking to have a little bit of fun. That’s all. Chris replied in a polite manner.

They hopped the 13 foot fence, and the warning signs. Nothing was going to stop these two boys. They hopped into the cold murky water and wiped down the funnel like greased lightning. Suddenly, the sun disappeared. They were now in the cavern, cries of laughter and excitement rang trough-out the cave. Till suddenly one of the cries turned bad. One of the cries had a shriek of pure terror in it. Bobby didn’t notice it. He was to busy trying to dodge the large rocks, until finally the trill of their lifetime came to a stop. Bobby was sitting in the middle of the bay, alone.

He looked back to see if Chris had come out yet. He didn’t. No one did. Until he noticed a discolour n the water. He rushed over and scooped up a hand full. It was blood, Chris’s blood. And Bobby knew it. Bobby jumped off the tube and ran up the muddy beach in hope to find someone. But no one was there. He knew deep in his mind that no one was around for miles, and with that fearful thought in his mind he collapsed. His head sank down between his knees till it hit the soggy mud of the beach. He turned sick, in thought that he had killed the love and friendship of two people.

A love and friendship which he could never bring back, and he knew. That this was his fault. He thought to himself that he couldn’t live any more with such a heavy burden on his shoulders. He cried aloud on that isolated beach. Until he was out of energy and fell asleep. He knew he had to go home. He went home that night and told his parents what had happened. Everything. They were shocked at how irresponsible he could be. They called Chris parents and they called the police. News trucks and TV reports rushed up and down their road all night, asking Bobby what had happened.

He had a hard time excepting what had happened. He couldn’t believe that he had illed his best friend. And for what. A trill of a life time. It’s been 3 years now. My stomach still hurts once in a while. My head spins out of control, kind of. But only now and then. Like at night in my bed, when it gets real quiet. And dark. First, my mind goes around in slow circles for a little while, then sinks back down into that foggy place where I lived for such a long time. That dark misty place where you can hardly see anything. Where there’s nobody else, just me. And Chris’s face, of course, always in front of me.

It looks right at me the whole time. But till, I can’t help feeling so terribly alone. Sometimes when I feel like that, I can hardly fight my way back out of the mist. But now I manage to clear my head before morning at least, before Mom and Dad catch me and send me back to the hospital. I hardly go to the hospital anymore. So, I guess I’m getting better. It’s been a whole 3 years since Chris left. 3 years since the pain started. A year since we took that plunge down into the dark murky water. I’m not dumb. I know what made it happen, what it was all about. But I don’t think I’ll ever understand it completely.

The Miracle Worker

Me though I saw the grave where Jimmie Lays Within that temple where the vestal Flame, Was wont to burn and passing by those ways To see that buried dust of living fame. Annie Sullivan was blind when Jimmie died. At that time Jimmie and Annie were living in the state poorhouse in Tewksbury. There she met her destiny, the destiny to be brave, strong, and never to give up. Later on, when Jimmie was no longer there to support her, she was transported to the Perkins Institution for the blind. That day- October 7, 2003 – changed her life forever. After several eye operations, Annie finally can see, and her destiny is about to be tested.

All the troubles that Annie went trough are nothing compared to our unsolvable problems. In he present situation Annie never gave up, she tried and tried and tried to make Helen Understand what does this little finger game means, that each thing has a certain name, and that paid off. The present situation of Helen depends in Kate and Captain Kellers decision. It is also even worse then it was when Annie was a child. When Helen was two years old she lost her hearing, sight, and speaking abilities. Throughout seven years her parents Kate and Captain Keller tried to do something to help her in any way.

Every doctor couldnt do anything. Everyone lost his or her hope, Captain Keller even thought about putting Helen to the asylum. But like Annie said, that the main sources of Helens problems are not deafness or blindness, thats their love and pity. Captain Keller, Kate, Aunt Ev, all of them never tried to teach her those simple manners, like what does the word spoon means and whats its purpose. Well actually this essay is not about anyones biography; this essay will compare and contrast the Gibsons The Miracle Worker in its written form and in its video version.

It will show us how important to read and watch this play, in order to understand all of the feelings that the author wanted to introduce to us. In my opinion both video and written from are important and easily understandable. When I read the play I had different ideas how each person looks like. I never imagined Annie in such black dresses and Helen was much smaller. In the Helen is around nine years, but in the movie her height was not much smaller then Annies. But also when I saw the play I could hear some sounds that Helen was trying to make. In the book you cannot express all of those emotions that you want to express.

When I read the play I couldnt hear or feel the same way as I was watching the movie that I thought was the biggest difference. In the book there were some parts that were not showed in the movie. For example, in the book there was a scene in the Institution where Gibson described the moment when blind girls came in and cave Annie two presents. One as for Annie- a pair of smoked glasses and the other one for Helen- the doll. In the movie the showed that Annie was in the train and already in glasses. Also the girls were on the platform and waving goodbye to Annie.

Other scenes was taken away, like one when Martha and Percy were doing the operations to the paper dolls. Eventually Percy and Martha occurred in the scene, but they were showed that they were running away when Kate was walking. In other part of the movie they didnt show how Viney was helping to Annie while she was moving to the garden house. There they just showed how Helen arrived to the new house and it was already with her toys, bed, etc. In the movie not only some scenes were taken away, but some were added. When Annie was with Helen in the garden house, the author just told us that its time to pack your bags.

In the movie they showed that Annie was teaching her to Helen how to eat with spoon, she was washing her hair putting her to sleep, how they were in the river, how Annie spelled water and other word to Helens hand, etc. Also the part in the garden house was added when James came in and he started asking Annie about Jimmie, like how old was when he died, why did he die anyway. This part was only in the movie. In the movie not all of the flash backs were showed and some of them were changed a little. Actually when I was reading those flashbacks I never thought that Annie was blind, and that she was poorly dressed.

I just thought of Jimmie and all of the doctors that were around him, and I never realized that there were no good doctors because no one cared about homeless people. The most impressive thing about this play that it was performed on the stage. All of those artists, especially those, who played Annie and Helen, had a hard time doing all of the fighting, stabbing, falling, etc. I cannot imagine for example that scene where Annie and Helen are locked in the dining room and they have to fight, scream, stab, and roll under the table every day when there is a show.

In the scene where Helen stabs Annie with the needle Annie have to act like she was stabbed for real. How did they manage it all? I dont have an answer on this question. In the movie to separate first two years of Helens life from nine years old her, they putted in the subtitles. Those subtitles are telling us the story of Helen throughout seven years, but they tell us without pictures or even words. It has to be in our imagination to be able to understand all of that. Throughout all this report I was telling all the differences between the movie and the play.

How part with paper doll operation and other in the Perkins Institution for the Blind the girls came to say goodbye to Annie were taken away. How scenes in the garden house were added, like all the teaching of Helen was showed, how James came to Annie and asked questions about her brother Jimmie. All the information about presents situation of Helen and Annie were not written in those words in the play, and much more… Those kinds of plays like Romeo and Juliet, Othello, The miracle worker were not meant to be read, they meant to be seen.

The Devils Favorite Sin: Vanity

Joyce Carol Oates uses an allegorical figure of evil to illustrate the theme of temptation. Oates alludes to hell through the character Arnold Friend, as the devil, and his victim Connie, who invites him in by committing one of the devils favorites sins: vanity. The narrator implies that Arnold Friend is Satan by giving certain clues that the reader can easily deduce. The name that Oates gives to the character is one hint to the reader: Connie looked away from Friend’s smile to the car, which was painted so bright it almost hurt her eyes to look at it.

She looked at the name, Arnold Friend. She looked at it for a while as if the words meant something to her that she did not yet know (583). The name friend was commonly used by the Protestants to refer to evil or the devil. Moreover, Arnold Friend’s appearance also hints that he is Satan: There were two boys in the car and now she recognizes the driver: he had shaggy, shabby black hair that looked as a crazy wig(583). The narrator emphasizes the wig to make the reader think that he is wearing it for a purpose, which is hide his devils horns.

Also, the fact that Arnold Friend’s eyes are covered is another stragedy use by Oates to confirm the assumption of the diabolic presence: He took off the sunglasses and she saw how pale the skin around his eyes was it, like holes that were not in shadow but instead in light. His eyes were chips of broken glass that catch the light in an amiable way (584). In this quote, Oates suggests that Arnold Friend is hiding something more than an evil look; he is hiding his own satanic appearance.

Besides Arnold Friend physical appearance, which makes the reader assume that his character is not a human being, Oates gives him supernatural powers that a normal person could not have. One example of this is the power that he has over Connie; he knows everything that involves her: ‘Just for a ride, Connie sweetheart. ‘ Arnold Friend says. ‘I never said that my name was Connie, she said. ‘ And he replies: ‘But I know what it is. I know your name and all about you, a lots of things, Arnold Friend said’ (584-585).

The security of Arnold Friend words gives to reader the impression that he has been watching her closely and all the time without her knowing it or noticing it. This confirms the readers hypothesis that Friend’s is Satan. Moreover, when Connie tries to hide from him in her house, Arnold manipulates her into leaving the house simply by telling her what to do, like a puppeteer and his puppet: You wont want your family to get hurt. Now get up all by yourself. Now turn this way. Thats right. Come over here to me.

Now come out through the kitchen to me honey and lets see a smile, try it, you are brave sweet little girl(591). Oates makes the reader infer that Satans only way to make her comes out is by using his demon powers, because the devil cannot get into your house unless you have invited him in. Therefore, he uses his power to hypnotize Connie’s and to make her do what he wants to, which is take her to the inferno with him. The last hint that Oates gives to the reader is the behavior of Connie and her family. Connie tempts the devil by committing the sin of vanity.

The narrator shows how Connie’s vain is one of the main factors that influences the devils appearance: She was fifteen and she had a quick nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to glance into mirrors, or checking other peoples faces to make sure her own was all right (579). This quote makes the reader visualize a girl that thinks only of her appearance. Oats begins this story with this quote to emphasize the main cause of the fatal end of Connies life. Also, the family’s lack of religious: One Sunday Connie got up at eleven, none of them bothered with church. Her parents and sister were going to a barbecue at aunts house (582).

Here, the narrator stress that the family is not involved in any religious practices and this is another door open to Satan to makes his appearance. Where Are You Going , Where Are you Been? is a lesson in life with a fatal ending. The narrator stresses the lack of religious inclination and the lack of participation by the family to teach moral values to Connie, errors that in the end are paid with Connie’s life. Oates moral lesson is well-illustrated by her choice of the allegorical figures and a theme that catches the interest of the reader, leaving the reader at the end with questions of what really happened to Connie.

Historical Analysis On 1920s

“Wedding Band” by Alice Childress is a story of a love/hate interracial relationship between two lovers in the south. The play is set in South Carolina in 1918. “Wedding Band” truly captures the essence of the time and place in which the play was set in. That era (1915-1931) is one of the most significant in the history of this young nation. The decade of the 1920’s is often characterized as a period of American prosperity and optimism. It was the “Roaring Twenties,” the decade of the bath tub gin, the model T, the $5 work day, the first transatlantic flight, and the movie.

It was a high point in African-American history as well. The Harlem Renaissance took shape; it was a time when African Americans began an intellectual movement. Harlem became the center of African-American culture. Most African-Americans began a movement to rethink their values and appreciation of their roots and Africa. The “Great Migration” began at this time. Approximately two million Southern blacks move to northern industrial centers in hopes to escape the oppressive nature of the deep south. However, for every upside their is a downside. The decade was a period of rising intolerance and isolation.

Americans retreated into a provincialism evidenced by the rise of the Ku Klux Klan, the anti radical hysteria of the Palmer raids, restrictive immigration laws, and prohibition. Influenza and the first world war brought an alarming amount of Americans to an early death. Racial motivated riots spread throughout the country and protests endorsing and condemning racism were the norm. Life in the south was at most times unbearable for the blacks, and many felt that the southern atmosphere had such a suffocating affect on them that escape was the best option.

African-Americans were showing their pain inside, little by little proving themselves to the racist whites in the south that they were somebody, not a property, but a human being with self worth and dignity who should be treated equally. The main place that the black southerners were blinded of was the urban places in the north. These were the places that captured their attention. Many of the southerners who were enslaved or sons and daughters of enslaved Africans began to migrate in the northern cities.

These were the places where they began to live a life of independence and freedom. The migration of the black southerners was a success. Their lives changed when they moved to the urban cities. Harlem created a growth of African-American culture which created a community exploding with art, politics, energy, and racial pride. “When the blues was hot and jazz was a growing stay in America’s culture; when speakeasies were filled with both blacks and whites dancing to the ‘rhythms of life’ set out by the saxophone, trumpet, and drums……

This is a definition that truly captures the Harlem Renaissance. The Boogie-woogie, the Turkey Trot, and the Big Apple are just few of the many dances that developed during the Harlem Renaissance. The Harlem Renaissance produced a shine of new authors during this time period. The authors knew each other well and frequently exchanged ideas. The Renaissance writers remain important not just for their own work but because the literary tradition they built would become a platform which future African-American voices could shout and be heard.

There were many big authors during the Harlem Renaissance such as Langston Hughes, Jean Toomer, Jessie Redman Fauset, Countee Cullen, Claude Mckay, Wallace Thurman, and Zora Neale Hurston. Also, artists flourished during this period. Names such as, James Van Der Zee, Aaron Douglas, and Richard Bruce Nugent. These are just a few of talented artists in the Harlem Renaissance. Langston Hughes was of the Harlem Renaissance, this artistic movement of the 1920s in which black artists living in Harlem and elsewhere blossomed in musical, poetry, theatrical an cultural expression.

The musical and oral traditions of black America inspired Hughes, and the rhythms of jazz music can be heard in much of his poetry. In several of Langston Hughes’s poems, he expresses sociopolitical protests. He portrayed people whose lives were impacted by racism and sexual conflicts, he wrote about southern violence, Harlem street life, poverty, prejudice, hunger, and hopelessness. These great minds of the Harlem Renaissance will eternally live on in the proud history of African-Americans.

In 1915, the Ku Klux Klan receives a charter from the Fulton County, Georgia, Superior Court. The organization spreads quickly, reaching its height in the 1920s when it had an estimated four million members. In 1923, Martial Law was declared in Oklahoma as a result of activities by the Ku Klux Klan. In 1925, 40,000 Ku Klux Klan members parade in Washington to show the nation just how powerful they are. These hooded cowards were the cause of agony, torment, and death to many blacks and other targeted immigrants. The 1920’s had a massive waves of immigration.

These “new” immigrants were largely from Italy, Russia, China, and Ireland. There was mixed reaction to these incoming foreigners. While they provided industries with a cheap source of labor, Americans were both afraid of, and hostile towards these new groups. If there was one person who singlely used America’s fear of immigrants to advance his own political goals it was Attorney General Palmer. The rise of communism in Russia created a fear of its spread across Europe, and o America. Palmer tied this fear to that of immigration.

He denounced labor unions, the Socialist party, and the Communist party in America, as being infiltrated with radicals who sought to overturn America’s political, economic, and social institutions. Palmer exasperated this fear in Americans and then presented himself as the country’s savior, combating the evils of Communism. During the infamous Palmer raids thousands of aliens were deported and even more were arrested on little or no evidence. Their civil liberties were violated, they were not told the reasons for their arrests, denied counsel, and not given fair trials.

Immigrants, along with blacks felt the oppressive mentality of the dominant white society in America. The United States entered World War I in 1917. In 1918 the first world war ends. Official records indicate that 370,000 black soldiers and 1400 commissioned officers participated, more than half of them in the European theater. Three black regiments — the 369th, 371st, and 272nd — received the Croix de Guerre for valor. The 369th was the first American regiment to reach the Rhine.

Blacks showed unparalleled bravery and valor in action yet returned to a nation ungrateful and hostile. Truly sickening when you hear of stories were a black man was spit on for wearing his uniform, yet he fought with all of his life on the battlefield. Race riots spread all over the nation during this time. Major race riots in East St. Louis, Illinois began in 1917. Also in 1917 More than 10,000 blacks marched down Fifth Avenue in New York City in a silent parade to protest lynchings and racial indignities. Race riots in Houston lead to the hanging of 13 black soldiers in 1918.

Racial motivated riots also occurred in Charleston, Washington, Chicago, Arkansas, and Texas throughout 1919. A total of 26 riots during the “Red Summer” of 1919. The Influenza, which is the disease the Herman dies from in the “Wedding Band”, was reeking havoc across the world in the 1920s. The Spanish Influenza hit the United States in two waves: spring of 1918, when it struck the military camps throughout the country, and fall of 1918, when it was reintroduced from Europe with troops returning to the United States from World War I.

On March 11, 1918, the first case of this flu was reported at Camp Funston, Kansas. By noon, 107 cases were reported at the same camp and two days later 522 cases were reported. This fast moving, air borne disease was in every state of the union within seven days! By the time it was over 800,000 people, 28% of all Americans died. That is ten times as many causalities of World War I (It is also believed that 50% of the soldiers killed in WWI fell victim to the Spanish Influenza, not enemy soldiers). In one week in October, in Philadelphia, 4,600 people died.

Despite the fact that it is called Spanish, this influenza, a type A disease, was a worldwide pandemic that probably originated in China. From there it hit Japan, then Europe, then America and Africa. It probably got its name in May of 1918, when a very large number of Spaniards died as a result of the disease. It was worse than the Bubonic Plague that hit the world during the Middle Ages. It is estimated that the Bubonic Plague killed 137 million people in three eruptions during the sixth, fourteenth, and seventeenth centuries.

The Spanish Influenza killed 25 million people n a single year. Overall, the decade is often seen as a period of great contradiction: of rising optimism and increasing isolation, of increasing and decreasing faith, of great hope and great despair. Put differently, the 1920s is a decade of serious cultural conflict; definitely evident in the “Wedding Band”. It is an era in our history that was filled with turmoil, however, these events helped future generations better deal with situations dealing with race, war, disease, death, and most importantly life.

Life on the Color Line

Life on the Color Line is a powerful tale of a young mans struggle to reach adulthood, written by Gregory Howard Williams one that emphasizes, by daily grapples with personal turmoil, the absurdity of race as a social invention. Williams describes in heart wrenching detail the privations he and his brother endured when they were forced to remove themselves from a life of White privilege in Virginia to one where survival in Muncie, Indiana meant learning quickly the cold hard facts of being Black in skin that appeared to be White.

This powerful memoir is a testament to the potential love and determination that can be exhibited despite being on the cusp of a nations racial conflicts and confusions, one that lifts a young person above crushing social limitations and turns oppression into opportunity. Williams is defiantly a man of two worlds. In one world he had promise and comfort, in the other he lived in deprivation and repression where one had to work in order to just survive. Williamss recollection of his life on the color line is a unique testimonial of the life of an individual who has walked in both the shoes of a White man and then those of a Black man.

His story provides examples of real life experiences and events that can further the research of social psychologists by offering insight into the understanding of many social psychological theories and concepts, such as modern racism, in-group favoritism and confirmation bias just to name a few. From beginning to end the reader is bombarded with all kinds of racism and discrimination described in horrific detail by the author. His move from Virginia to Indiana opened a door to endless threats of violence and ridicule directed towards him because of his racial background.

For example, Williams encountered a form of racism known as modern racism as a student at Garfield Elementary School. He was up to win an academic achievement prize, yet had no way of actually winning the award because The prize did not go to Negroes. Just like in Louisville, there were things and places for whites only (Williams, 126). This form of prejudice is known as modern racism because the prejudice surfaces in a subtle, safe and socially acceptable way that is easy to rationalize.

Another form of racism experienced by the author is blatant racism which is racism directed towards members of the outgroup that is direct and is in no means masked. The mod of white boys who shouted Lets get the Niggers and then continued to follow Carl and Gregory down the block chanting Nigger would be an excellent example of blatant racism. Many other examples of blatant racism were found throughout the book, such as after the basketball game the fans threw rotten vegetables, popcorn boxes, and empty Coke cups at us.

Then one group near the exit began chanting. Niggers! Niggers! Outside the stadium as we waited for the bus, a small crowd of boys shouted. Niggers go home! (Williams, 220). Discrimination is another key concern for the author as he is struggling to overcome poverty, racism and intolerance. Discrimination comes in many different forms and is defined by the textbook as being any behavior directed against persons because of their membership in a particular group.

As a young man Williams experienced many acts of discrimination directed towards both himself and his family. For example, after fishing one evening Carl wanted a soda but couldnt get one from the drive-in they were passing because blacks were barred from the drive-in like every down-town restaurant (Williams, 225). Another example of discrimination appears in the text when Black students were unable to obtain teaching positions once they graduated from Ball State University because of the color of their skin.

Outgroup homogeneity bias is the tendency to assume that there is greater similarity among members of outgroups than among members of the ingroups as defined by the textbook. An illustration of outgroup homogeneity bias is found in the book when Williamss Uncle Jim expressed his desire to be stationed in France, the captain became angry and said, All you colored boys want is white women I thought you were different. (Williams, 94). This form of stereotyping may also be seen as subtyping.

Subtyping is the ability of individuals to hold negative feelings towards a particular social group even though they may like individual members in the group. Another example of subtyping is revealed in the text when Williams begins to show interest in a sister of a White teammate. Even though the boys get along on the court, the teammate tells Williams not to mess with his sister and threatens violence if Williams continues to have any contact with her. The teammate probably would not have had a problem with Williams forming a relationship with his sister if Williams had been White.

Ingroup favoritism is the tendency to discriminate in support of an ingroup over members of the outgroup. The author experienced ingroup favoritism when the coach of his basketball team decided to drop Williams from the varsity team in order to replace him with a white, B-team player who was not as well developed a basketball player as Williams. Many of the stereotypes we encounter and hold today were formed because of events in the past, which were formed to rationalize and justify past social and political agendas.

Many of the stereotypes that we now hold today were learned long ago and have been passed from one generation to the next. This book has forever inspired me to believe in the value of each child and discourage racist attitudes wherever I encounter them. Gregory Howard Williams encountered many hurdles growing up and successfully defeated them all. He could have easily confirmed the expectations of his negative peers and developed into a self-fulfilling prophecy, but instead he chose to shun his stereotypes and triumph over incredible odds.

The Natural Desire For The Supremacy Of One

“The frogs, grieved at having no established Ruler, sent ambassadors to Jupiter entreating for a King. Perceiving their simplicity, he cast down a huge log into the lake. The Frogs were terrified at the splash occasioned by its fall and hid themselves in the depths of the pool. But as soon as they realized that the huge log was motionless, they swam again to the top of the water, dismissed their fears, climbed up, and began squatting on it in contempt. After some time they began to think themselves ill-treated in the appointment of so inert a Ruler, and sent a second deputation to Jupiter to pray that he would set over them another sovereign.

He then gave them an Eel to govern them. When the Frogs discovered his easy good nature, they sent yet a third time to Jupiter to beg him to choose for them still another King. Jupiter, displeased with all their complaints, sent a Heron, who preyed upon the Frogs day by day till there were none left to croak upon the lake. ” Aesop’s fable tells of a problem that has existed throughout history, the need for supremacy. Someone always has to be the best, the leader, the ultimate judge, and without this ranking, the people are never satisfied.

There is a need for humans to classify others into the general categories of inferior and superior and the ultimate superior is necessary. This tendency has led many nations to create a form of rule with only one leader which although can at times be beneficial is always a waiting disaster. This has been a tendency through out history that has led to the downfall of many civilizations and is also a basis in religion and can be seen in many aspects of today’s society. Before civilization began, humans existed as nomadic wonderers.

People looked nothing like the people of today and they spent their existence surviving. Not only did they look different, they lived differently as well. Very little would be recognizable to the people of today and their way of life was altogether different than the human way of life today. However, supremacy still existed in these nomadic tribes. Evidences have been found, showing there to be a chief or key person who looked over the tribe and served as the ruler. This shows that from the beginning of time people have had this desire to rule or be ruled over.

In the book of Exodus, the writer describes a satisfied, contented nation with political stability, ruled by a group of judges. The nation was ruled this way for nearly 350 years until like the frogs, they became dissatisfied by their form of rule. The people admired the peoples around them and the people of Israel demand to have a king, like the neighboring countries. Saul was appointed to this position as the people had requested but as with the stork, he was a horrible ruler. Saul became possessed by an evil spirit, went into fits of anger and did many horrible things.

For example, he tried to kill David (the famous killer of Goliath) several times and he even threw a spear at his own son Jonathan. Not only did he do these things, but he also broke many of the religious laws of the Israelites and on many instances, he made decisions that hurt the nation. The Roman Empire is another notable example of supremacy within a society. From 509 BC to 27 BC, Rome was governed by a republic. The republic allowed the people to for the most part govern themselves and was remarkably democratic.

Citizens of Rome would meet at assemblies to elect their own officials called consuls. The consuls only had a year of rule and could be easily voted out of office and there were many more groups with power and leadership, including the senate. In this form of government, the power was reasonably distributed and corruption had a harder time working its way into the government but it was still present. The senate was the main place for corruption. It was the only branch of government where the leaders were not recycled regularly and it became a place where only the wealthy voices were heard.

However the natural human instinct for the classification of value among others allowed this corruption to go on. The lower classes, though out numbering the wealthy, seldom questioned the system because of their recognition of their place in the society. This corruption was one of the few downfalls of the Republic and was ultimately the cause of its termination but for the majority of its existence, it served its purpose with only few mishaps and during this period, the Roman Empire went on to become the greatest power in the Mediterranean and in Europe.

However, the Although the Republic was one of the greatest forms of rule in history, the natural tendency for a nation to be ruled by one sole ruler took over. This time however it was as much to do with the drive of the individual as it was the will of the people. As the nation became more and more powerful, the leadership positions became more and more attractive and power-hungry men began to seek sole ruler of the empire. Julius Caesar was one of the first to seek this position but when he proposed it to the senate he was murdered.

However, the very next in line was Augustus Caesar who became the emperor in 27 BC and marked the end of the Republic. Augustus Ceasar is an example of the possible positive outcome of sole leadership. He was a notable emporer with many great achievements who not only set up the empire for his own rule but also set it up for the leaders after him. However, he set up the precedent as well and the leaders following him were not of the same standing. Most of the rulers that followed him did little to advance the empire and ultimately led to its demise.

Raise The Red Lantern

All the worlds a stage; all of us are taking the elements of plot, character, and costume and turning into performances of possibilities(Ward1999: 5) Raise the Red Lantern tells a compelling and sorrowful story of a young women whose life is destined to be ruined in a male-dominated society. This can be an awakening of some sort to any woman. As Ward states in her text, women learn the rules of our half of the world as well as those of the other half, since we regularly move in and out of the male world. There she defines womens culture.

The term has also been used in its anthropological sense to encompass the familial and friendship networks of women, their affective ties, their rituals. It is important to understand that womans culture is never a subculture. It would hardly be appropriate to define the culture of half of humanity as a subculture. Women live social existence within the general culture. Whenever they are confined by patriarchal restraint or segregation into separateness, they transform this restraint into complementarily and redefine it.

Thus, women live a duality- as members of the general culture and as partakers of womans culture. (Lerner 1986:242) Much like the quote stated, Raise the Red Lantern is set in Northern China in the 1920s. For thousands of years the people of China have formed family life around patrilineal decent. The assessment of traditional China life was patriarchal. A basis of this set up would be from Confucius. In childhood, Before marriage, Obey your father In adulthood, During marriage, Obey your husband In widowhood, After marriage, Obey your son States in the text, the lowest moment of a womans life was her wedding day.

Cut off from her natal family, the young bride was an outsider and the object of deep suspicion in her new husbands household. The only was to earn a place for herself was to have sons. Songlian quits college after her father has passed away and becomes Zuoquian Chens fourth wife. When Songlian, who chooses to walk from her house to Chens house instead of riding in the wedding carriage, arrives at Chens house, there is no sign of a celebration, an omen of things to come. Bound by tradition and inflamed with jealousy, none of the three wives come out to greet the new bride.

An old housekeeper welcomes and acknowledges the arrival of Songlian, and he guides her to her new room through the houses elaborate structure. To her surprise, in a long walk from the front door to her room, she doesnt see a single person. The lack of human presence couples with the absence of a wedding reception to create an impersonal atmosphere that prevails throughout the film. Songlian must as Ward mentions in her book, swallow such customs as breaking and binding little girls feet. Every evening, a red lantern is lit in front of the courtyard of the wife Chen chooses to sleep with.

Contrary to its traditional symbolism red is anything but festive. There is no love among the wives only hatred. The relationships between Chen and his wives are purely sexual. Rather than helping each other out and raising their status within the family, the wives are constantly fighting among themselves to win favors from Chen. The wives who live in separate houses must compete for the affections and privileges of the master in accordance with his customs. Jealousy abounds between the wives and the scheming keeps the tensions high. Each night a lantern is lit in favor of whom the master will be with.

Shortly afterwards all the lanterns of the wifes home and courtyard are also lit and the privileges begin. In all human cultures most women marry and bear children regardless of what women personally want to do. Ward states, We live our lives against a backdrop of the social structures, rules and expectations from a particular point in history and with in those cultural framework. Through the four wives they portray types of work. The number one way a woman can become powerful through work is reproduction. Having and raising children as well as care for others, is a way to develop a mask of some sort that can imply power.

Another type of work would be work as status enhancement. These activities promote prestige and social worth. To further explain the text states, conspicuous consumption, effective consumerism and social climbing are still work and are often highly valued. A final type of work could be work as moral, caring, repairing and integration. Women often create community, build bonds that hold groups of people together, and provide crucial services to others in time of trouble. This is very much displayed throughout Raise the Red Lantern. They also had body-work.

Their concerns were in areas of sexuality and reproduction, that which would bring status. Everywhere in the world womens bodies are controlled, but in a community of women restricted by customs of a master, what better tactic then use your body. The portrayal of female political relations is detailed with emphasis on well timed hostilities which act as a mask of more pointed assaults on their standing within their family. The film allows us the enter into a sealed world of a rich mans house, and see how jealousies fester in its hothouse atmosphere.

Each of the four wives is treated with the greatest luxury, pampered with food and care, servants and massages, but they are like horses. They are cared for the whim of the master. Songlian is at first furious with her fate. But she then begins to learn the routine of the house, and is drawn into its intrigues and alliances. If you are only given one game to play, it is human to try to win it. Work is at the heart of the theoretical swirling around gender relations. (Ward 1999: 3) We are the way we were raised to be and that varies dramatically between families, cultures and subcultural differences.

Four women of different age groups are held prisoners in the estate of a rich man. Although they occupy houses of their own and have got personal maids, they are held like slaves, who have to be prepared to do their master services of love, whenever he feels like it. Then lanterns are lit in front of the respective house, just to signal the other concubines that they don’t enjoy the master’s favor this night. Songlian is a newcomer in this miniature world. She didn’t want to move into it: After the death of her father she was sold to the rich man in order to ease the financial worries of her stepmother.

Therefore she can’t lead a self-determined life and continue her student’s career, as she had intended. Unlike the other women, who adapt to the prevailing condition and who manage to give to their lives a certain passion or meaning by their continual intrigues and their wooing the master’s favor, Songlian soon becomes a silent and introverted rebel. The mourning she shows after her master has deliberately destroyed the flute she once received as a present from her father reveals an obstinate clinging to a happier past.

A simulated pregnancy, detected by the family doctor, eventually leads to a break-up with the old patriarch, who feels deceived and dishonored. But Songlian’s conduct only leads to ostracism and isolation, not to liberation. Her insight that the establishment of an absurd set of rules cannot conceal the actual insignificance of such an existence does not find an outlet in an escape and a new beginning, but in an insatiable longing for self destruction: \”To light the candles, to extinguish them, to veil them… It has become a matter of indifference to me…

What are we really, those who live here? We are less than nothing. We are like dogs, like cats… or like rats. We aren’t human. It would be better for us to hang ourselves in that room… \” It is not Songlian’s life though that ends in \”that room\”, but that of the vivacious third concubine, a former opera singer. She dies a violent death, and, ironically, it is Songlian who betrays her, when, under the influence of alcohol, she unintentionally gives away the secret of a love relationship between the singer and the doctor.

When she is conscious again, Songlian has to accept the fact that this way to exit from an unwanted stage can’t be considered either. Now she has no other choice than to escape into madness – quite a radical way to cut herself off from the life that surrounds her. In consequence, at the end of the film we just see her wandering around aimlessly, lost in an endless to-and-fro across an empty courtyard that the raised red lanterns in front of the concubines’ houses illuminate senselessly. In the text Ward had quoted, I have taken a female perspective; treating women as political actors who employs strategies to achieve ends.

Womens strategies are directly related to the structure of power and authority in the domestic group and to a womans position with relation to the developmental cycle Women quarrel with or dominate other women when it is n their interest to do so; they share and exchange with other women when it suits their own goals. Cooperation and conflict among women in family or in-groups cannot be understood without references to domestic power structure, to womens place within it, and to the factors that shape the relationship between the family and the larger society.

Within days of her arrival, Songlians relationships with her sisters are established. The first wife an aging woman with a grown son, does her best to ignore Songlians presence. The third concubine, beautiful ex-opera singer, is fiercely jealous of Songlian, worried that the master will find his new wife enticing. On Songlians wedding night, Meishan, the third wife, pretends to be sick and calls Chen away for the night. And whenever Chen spends the night with Songlian, Meishan wakes them up by singing opera on the roof early in the morning.

Although Meishan outwardly displays her dislike, she does not plot against her. On the other hand, second wife Zhuoyun displays her affection for Songlian, but secretly plots to destroy her. According to Meishan, Zhuoyun has a Buddhas face and a scorpion heart. Songlian struggles to be as cold and calculating as her sisters in playing the game until tragedy destroys her composure. Raise the Red Lantern establishes a view of life within a closed, dictatorial social community. Much as the film was, as it was structured, this film could be a parable of some sort.

Songlian would be the individual, the woman. The master would be the government and the customs of the house are the laws of the country. It is an archaic system that always rewards those that play and pay but destroys those who violate. One thing I found appealing about \”Red Lantern\” is that while the film portrays a brutally patriarchal system in which women are clearly very oppressed and dependent on their lord and master for everything, it does not idealize the women or turn them into doe-eyed, sweet, saintly victims.

The wives and concubines are resourceful, smart, competitive, and very determined to make the best of their situation… in any way they can. They can even be cruel and downright evil. Forget the cliche that men are interested in power and women are interested in love. These women are definitely interested in power and status — though, of course, the only way they can obtain it is by winning the husband’s favor. Yet their power struggles are just as ruthless as anything that happens in the \”male\” world of politics, business, or war, and just as fascinating to watch.

Quest of the Faes

A long time ago the elves and the faeries lived together in the beautiful city of Volvey. It was odd that the two races lived together in the same city considering that each had their own king, but they lived and worked together nicely. They were very skillful artist and spent many years perfecting and even surpassing their crafts. The elven people and the faes wrote down their spells and magic, and how they obtained and perfected all of their skills in a book they called the Keeper.

The Keeper was aloud to be looked upon by any of the city’s people. Though occasionally a squabble would arise over which race should keep and protect the book, but the fae king said that he would see no problem with allowing the elves to guard it so longs as all were still free to look upon it for wisdom. Goria (as she was called then) was a dragon who was allowed to come and go as she pleased from Volvey. She was beautiful, gold-mailed and jewel eyed. Often times she would share her wisdom with the faes and elves.

But when she saw that their wisdom and skill surpassed her own she became jealous and soon hatred started to boil with in her. So she went to each king and told him that the other was planning to steal the Keeper and hoard it for his own people. After she had caused the faes and elves to doubt each other she swooped down one night killed the elven guards and took off with the Keeper. Thus a war broke out between the faes and the elves. But the faes realized that they and the elves were an even match and neither side was going to win.

Everyone was simply going to kill each other. So the faes slipped off into the night and traveled for months until they found where they wanted to build their new home, far from Volvey. They built a new tree top village and named it Trinolus. Which was named for the three prophecies that their leader had seen in a dream and told to his Viro Master while on his deathbed. The people of the village didn’t know that it had been named for the prophecies, they thought it was named for the three stages in a fae’s life.

But the Viro Masters knew, and it was then the job of the village’s Viro Master to learn the prophecies and hope that they did not come true in his life time, for then he would have to find the chosen ones and send them to battle. The prophecies predicted that darkness would some day destroy all that was good and light and that the faes would grow sick and die off. The only way to stop this from happening would be to send the two chosen ones to recover the Keeper and slay the dragon, now known as Gorgatha, large and black with eyes that burned red with hatred.

The prophecies said: “Created to serve, it sunders now/ Wielded by she who learneth how/ To defile beauty, to destroy light/ To steal the graceful fairy flight/ To silence the call of the elven horn/ To mock the white of Unicorn/ Guarded by many, stolen by one/ Shall be regained by two or none * Choseth thy champions by virtue fair/ He with wisdom, she without care/ Infants send to do warriors deeds/ Lambs to follow where lion leads/ Strength will be forfeit, meekness prevail/ Sharpest lance, the heart of the frail/ These winged babes thy champions be/ Armed only with love and strength of three. ”

So when the faes started to lose their power of flight the Viro Master chose Chrysalis and Arrogon to find the Unicorn Questa and tell him that the lose of flight had begun. The two young faes had no knowledge of the prophecies and wondered why they were chosen to go to the Unicorn and give in such a message. They knew that they must be important but they didn’t know why. When they found the Unicorn he told them of the prophecy and the part that they had to play in it. Chrysalis found it hard to believe that she had been chosen to battle the dragon because she wasn’t skilled like the other faes.

Faes could bend light, turn invisible, shoot sparks and move things with their minds like Arron could. Arron was the best in his class and quite full of himself. But Chrys, all she could do was open flowers by cupping her hands around them. The two faes, though a bit reluctant excepted the challenge and set out on their long hard journey. They went through forests, rolling green hills, the Stretch (a huge barren stretch of desert), and finally another forest but this one was dying because it was so close to the darkness and evil. It was ridden with the dragon’s slaves who were all former elves, faes, and humans.

The dragon had probed their minds with her own, found their weakness or fear, and expanded it inside them until they grew hideous and evil. Whenever a slave of the dragon’s grew near Chrysalis always doubled over in pain because she sensed the feelings of pure hate behind her good heart and it hurt her deeply. Arron didn’t understand this because he felt nothing. But Questa seemed to understand that Chrys was a child of light and she felt things differently then he did. Questa took Chrys and Arron to the evlen home of Lowenly and Avantia. There the three of them rested and feasted. They prepared for the battle.

Even the elves knew of the prophecies and were happy to welcome the two of them to stay with them. While there Chrys opened the flower of light which was the pride of the elven garden. It only budded once every five years but they hadn’t ever seen it bloom since the darkness started looming years and years ago. Because it would not open the rest of the gardens were not healthy. The gardens had always been the pride and joy of the elves but ever since the Keeper had been stolen and the dragon started reversing the magic in the great book to destroy it’s people they hadn’t been healthy.

The flower of light grew on a crystalline bush and Chrys had to concentrate very hard to open it but after a while she started to get a sensation behind her heart and her heart bathed the flower with love and warmth. The petals started to unfold one by one until a gem was reveled in the center of the flower. The gem shown from within and then shot off a beam of light into the sky. After this all the elves stared in wonder because the gardens were restored. But Chrys was uneasy at the home because they were holding a slave of the dragon’s prisoner.

Avantia had said there was no way to cure the former elf but after her experience in the garden and the loving words of Avantia, “Where there is life there is hope. ” Chrys thought she should see if there really was no hope. She sneaked into the slave’s holding place and stared at him while he slept. Soon he turned into an outline and Chrys was wandering through his mind and heart. It was black, red, and green with anger, fury, and envy. All the colors squeezed her and suffocated her. They were so heavy and thick, sticky and hot. She almost gave up hope until she found one spark of hope left in his heart.

She got that sensation again and started to feed his spark with love and warmth of her own heart. The light in him grew until it was able to over come the darkness on it’s own and the misshapen deformed slave turned back into an elf. She had brought him back from the evil side. After nights of rest and numerous feasts the two faes set off again to find the lair of the dragon. Questa had gone off to pursue his own mischief and promised to meet up with them at the mountain. Once inside the mountain and in the dragon’s lair Chrys and Arron found Questa but not how they wished to find him.

Gorgatha had him and was killing him slowly by taking away all that was good in him. Chrysalis exploded in rage and flew at the dragon. But went skidding to the ground as Gorgatha spouted the magic words that took away a fae’s flight. Chrys now injured lay on the ground but refused to let the dragon hurt her friend Questa. She tried to distract the dragon from probing the Unicorn’s mind. But unfortunately she began to probe Chrysalis’s. Chrysalis was able to fight back mentally and push the dragon from her mind. Arron however got scared and charged the dragon whom simply through him to the wall.

And returned her attention to Chrysalis. Chrys had now upset the dragon because she was able to block her out. So when Gorgatha was distracted with Arron Chrys ran into the small entrance tunnel to the cavern of the dragon. There she started to look into the dragon’s mind. She could find no shred of hope within Gorgatha but she remember that where there is life there is hope so she went back to the beginnings of Gorgatha’s rage and bathed the beginnings in love and warmth. It took much energy and strenght for Chrys but slowly the dragon was filling with light.

The dragon, suffering from the inside, was becoming violent and started trashing the rock wall of the tunnel. The tunnel caved in on itself and Chrys and she was crushed by a bolder. The dragon was now only half cured and neither the dark nor light was winning, so frustrated, she flew away and killed herself. Eventually Arron came to and dug Chrys out of the rubble. She was badly injured but not yet dead. He moved her next to the Unicorn. He too was near death. Arron was helpless but Chrys stared at the unicorn and healed him from within by bathing him with love and light.

She gave back to him what Gorgatha had stolen. Arron was crying and sobbing because he thought both of his friends were dead but then he saw Questa wake up. Questa told him that Chrys had just saved his life and it was time to return the favor. He went to Chrysalis and touched her with his horn. Magically her injuries healed and her crushed bones mended and she woke up too. The three of them rejoiced and returned to the elven village to tell their tale before returning to the land of the faes. I love this book. I’m not so sure that it is that relevant, or important, for teenagers to read, but it is enjoyable.

It’s the best book I’ve ever read in my life, which is why I found it hard to write a shorter report about it, so sorry about the length. This book was meaningful to me because Chrysalis reminded me a lot of myself. She was so carefree and she loved everything that was beautiful and good. And in the end the good always wins. It’s a story of the struggle between good and evil and it’s a good cry. And I feel as though this book would have meaning for any others of my age who love beauty and believe in magic and fairy tales as I do.

The African Queen

“The African Queen” is the tale of two companions with different personalities who develop an untrustworthy love affair as they travel together downriver in Africa around the start of World War I. They struggle against the climate, the river, the bugs, the Germans and, most of all, against each other. In the course of much misery, they develop love and respect for each other. Detailed Summary: In September 1914, the German occupying forces hold East Africa.

The story starts in a small village that is overlorded by a stuffy British missionary, Reverent Samuel Sayer and his spinster, prudish sister Rose Sayer, who is utterly devoted to her brother. Rose is also very naive and pious. She thinks, God would not permit a war between England and Germany or the whole world.. Some day, German troops marches into that village. Merciless, without any warning, these troops invade the village, they burn down the huts and the church. Livestock, poultry, pots and pans and foodstuffs even the portable chapel had been taken by the German soldiers.

Only the mission bungalow was spared. Samuel goes on praying the awful calamity of war which has descended upon the world would soon pass away, so that slaughter and destruction would cease and that when they had regained their sanity men would turn from war to universal peace. Because of this war they were cut off from all communications and the rest of the world. Samuel thinks the Germans responsible for the outbreak of the war and all the sufferings. Rose is helpless as her brother suffers a nervous breakdown. He realises that his life’s work has been destroyed and instantly loses his mind.

He dies very soon after that, while Rose weeps at his bedside. One day later the sharp sound of a steamboat whistle could be heard in the village. A gin-drinking, cigar-smoking man, called Charlie Allnutt, arrives. He is the owner of this old, 30-foot ramshackle steamer named “The African Queen”. He supplies the village with mails and news. Charlie offers Rose both to rescue her and escape from here and bury her brother’s corpse. They have to use the old, ramshackle African Queen, since he has blasting gelatine, cylinders of oxygen and hydrogen as new cargo.

They have a dangerous and difficult escape route: They have to pass the large Central Africa lake at the end of the dangerous connecting river, the Ulanga and Bora Rivers. But a large 100-ton German gunship, the Louisa, controls this area. In front of the lake, the Germans occupy a fort at Shona. And all along the way there are many rapids. Rose, who is now resolute and strong-willed, wants to strike back against the Germans. She plans to destroy the German warship by using the explosives that are still on board of the “African Queen”. At first, Charlie doesn’t want to support that patriotic plan.

Rose tries to change his views by accusing him permanently of not helping their country. That shows effects and Charlie agrees to her plan. They start their travel down to the river. At first they are polite and tolerant to each other. After Charlie has drunk his gin, he suggests that they each could take a bath in the river. During the night, a rain storm soacks Charlie, who must sleep on the open deck, while Rose sleeps on the lower deck. After they passed a series of dangerous rapids, Charlie expects that Rose will think over her plan, but it turns out that this was not correct. On the contrary:

Rose wishes more dangerous rapids because she wants to learn how to steer the “African Queen”. She is developing a kind of love for the “African Queen”. After some drinks Charlie reneges on his promise to destroy the German warship. He says that it is an absurd idea because the fort at Shona has sharpshooters and snipers, which they have to pass during the day. Rose accuses him of being a liar and a coward. Charlie gets nervous and begins to sing. He takes one more gin and from that moment they are adversaries. Next day Charlie wakes up and sees Rose taking revenge by throwing his bottles into the sea.

Charlie is furious with her because she answers all his questions with silence. That makes him more and more furious: He abuses her and demands for a fair conversation. Rose reveals that not his drunkenness, but his not kept promise bothers her. Charlie admits his defeat, gives in and starts for the gunboat. They pass the gun-fortified German fort at Shona. While being fired, the African Queen loses power right, the steam hose disconnects and the pressure drops direct in front of the fort. They were easy targets for the enemies. Charlie daringly repairs the hose risking exposure of the guns of the fort.

They survive also the danger of the snipers as they were out of range. But the series of dangers directly continues: They come into hazardous, wild rapids. With some luck, and the great navigation skill of Rose, they also survive those obstacles. Now they forget themselves, give vent to their feelings and they fall in love. He feels he can trust her and depend on her as he had never trusted nor depended upon a woman in his life. All the misery and tension of his life dropped away from him as he embraces her. After their first night Rose ask him for his first name, she wants to be less formal.

Rose gets some doubt about her plan and decides to give it up. After another encounter with rapids, the African Queen is damaged and they must stop for a while. A shaft has been twisted and one blade of the propeller is broken, but they can repair that damage and continue their travel. They enter unknown area on a slow-moving river. First, they are attacked by mosquitoes which bite them. They are infected by the malaria fever; that turned out later. Charlie and Rose begin to think of their life and maybe prepare to die. Rose has not done her prayers since the start of this travel and she also hasn’t thought about God for this time.

Rose now prays for forgiveness of neglect. She thinks this journey is the punishment for her neglect. In the oppressive atmosphere of the jungle they become stuck at the river’s end. Charlie must go into the muddy water and pull the ship in deeper water. When he comes back from the river he is full of leeches on his body. Rose gets hysterical and tries to remove that creatures with salt from his body. But he has to go into the water once more because he hasn’t yet finished his job successfully. They prepare to die in love. There was no way out but Rose prays to God for mercy.

During the night, a storm raises the water level: The African Queen could now again be manoeuvred. In their pleasure about their incredible rescue….. they see the enemy ship Louisa which had set course to them. They begin to take cover in the seeds. With regained optimism, Charlie builds self-made torpedoes with detonators and inserts them in the bow of the African Queen. They see that as a chance to sink the German warship. Rose and Charlie quarrel about whether he, she or both should do that mission, but finally they agree on doing it together.

They plan on ramming the gunboat at night, that is more safety. But a strong storm sinks the African Queen in the wavy water and they become separated. At dawn , Charlie is picked up on an island by the German gunboat. Soon after this, Rose is found on another island and she is also taken prisoner. Rose keeps in her hands a life-buoy, and on it you could read the name “African Queen”. Now only the President of the court becomes interested in the notice which von Hanneken has sent, about missing a steam boat. Charlie is too weary and ill to take much note of his surroundings.

Rose tells the Captain that Allnutt and she have brought the African Queen down to the rapids and through the Bora delta. This causes the Captain’s admiration for Rose: He won’t punish her by the death penalty. In the cabin, when looking round for Charlie, Rose becomes conscious of his sick weariness. The Captain knows that normally he has to intern the two persons. He doesn’t want to do that because they are very ill. All the laws dictate him to do something else, in spite of the probable blame of van Hanneken, he has the intention to send them to German Central Africa.

In Port Albert, Belgian Congo, there are two motor-boats sent out from England. These boats are faster, easier in handling and they have automatic guns. The senior naval officer of that port is an English lieutenant-commander. He wants to sink the Louisa. The Louisa is seen far away with a white flag instead of the German ensign. The ship is supposed to know about the arrival of the motor-boats and plan an attack – in spite of the white flag. But when they see the white flag come down and mount again, they know the ship wants a parley. The lieutenant – commander decides to overtake this dangerous task, to go there in a small native boat.

After the parley the Louisa turns away toward the German shore and the lieutenant-commander comes back from his mission in the native boat. On the bottom of that boat there are two passengers: a woman and a man. A surgeon examines them and thinks they will be alright in one or two hours. The lieutenant-commander informs that the woman must be a missionary woman and the Louisa found her away somewhere on the lake trying to escape here. The officers ask questions about the Louisa, the crew and the equipment. They also ask if the Germans have made any preparations to resist a Belgian landing on their shore.

But the officers can’t learn much by the 2 prisoners. The next day, the two motor-boats started an attack against the Louisa. The Louisa is not really designed as a warship. So the motor-boats succeed with some skill, but easily destroy the Louisa. The lieutenant-commander looks for a sign of surrender but he can’t find one. The fight goes on until the big ship falls over to one side, then the motor-boats rescue the last living soldiers. Although he is proud naval success, the young officer has some worries: He has to act and sends Rose and Charlie with a Belgian escort down to the coast, where they will find a British consul.

Form the West Coast they will be able to get back to England. Ruse thinks about her future and she can’t imagine a separation from Charlie. So she proposes Charlie that they have got to get married. Charlie to think over the actual situation: work, money etc. He also thinks about the girl he had married 12 years ago when he was 18. But he agrees with Rose. So they leave the lake and begin a new life in a new country. Overall, “The African Queen” is a funny, heart warming, beautifully described and social novel, with an unoverwhelmingly happy end.

A true tale of two dads

A true tale of two dads, one dad is a highly educated professor, the other, an eighth grade dropout. The educated dad left his family with nothing, except a few unpaid bills. The dropout later became one of Hawaii’s richest men and left his son a fortune. The educated dad would say, “I can’t afford it” while the other, asked, “How can I afford it? ” Rich dad teaches the boys priceless lessons on money, by making them learn through experience. The most important lesson he teaches is to free yourself from the “rat race” of life and learn to make money work for you, and not be its slave.

He knew that financial literacy would help prepare the boys for their life. Though one must have a job, Rich Dad taught the boys to eventually use your day job to begin minding your own business. The first lesson the two boys learned was that the rich do not work for money. One should work to learn, not make money. At age 9, Robert Kiyosaki and his best friend Mike asked Mike’s father to teach them how to make money. After 3 weeks of dusting cans in one of Rich Dad’s convenience stores at 10 cents a week, Kiyosaki was ready to quit. Rich Dad pointed out this is exactly what his employees sounded like.

Some people quit a job because it doesn’t pay well. Others see it as an opportunity to learn something new. Next Rich Dad put the two boys to work, this time for nothing. Doing this forced them to think up a source of income, a business scheme. The opportunity came to them upon noticing discarded comic books in the store. The first business plan was hatched. The boys opened a comic book library and employed Mike’s sister at 1$ a week to mind it. Soon they were earning $9. 50 a week without having to physically run the library, while kids read as much comics as they could in two hours after school for only a few cents.

The second lesson Rich Dad taught the two boys was the importance of financial literacy. The growing gap between rich and poor is rooted in the old-fashioned educational system. The system trains people to be good employees, and not employers. The obsolete school system also fails to provide young people with basic financial skills rich people use to grow their wealth. Rich Dad also gave the two boys advice of how to get out of the “rat race. ” He taught them to first understand the difference between an asset and a liability. Assets would be real estate, stocks, bonds, and intellectual property.

Liabilities are thins like mortgages, consumer loans, and credit cards. The poor have day-to-day expenses, the middle class purchase liabilities that they think are assets (i. e. , a home or a car), and the rich build a solid base of income-generating assets. The middle class finds itself in a constant state of financial struggle. Their primary income is wages, as wages increase, so do their taxes. Expenses increase as wages increase. Hence the phrase “the rat race. ” They treat their home as their primary asset instead of investing in income-generating assets.

The rich get richer because they keep acquiring more assets and investments to generate more income, which far exceeds their expenses. Rich Dad also taught the boys that you should use your earnings to start your own business. Kiyosaki sold photocopiers on commission at Xerox. With his earnings he purchased real estate. In 3 years’ time his real estate income was far greater than his earnings at Xerox. He then left the company to mind his own business full time. He knew that in order to get out of the rat race fast, he needed to work harder, sell more copiers and mind his own business.

Darkness report essay

Darkness has fallen across the land. The harvest moon struggles to show itself through thick, dark, shadowy clouds. A lazy breeze brings waves of goosebumps to the surface of my exposed flesh. Each time I hear the whisperings of the wind through the decaying tops of the trees, an involuntary shudder courses through my tensed, overstressed body. I can hear the screams and cries of the frightened, their discordance swelling and ebbing like the tide. I walk on, shoulders bent forward, eyes darting to and fro, searching for my home in this darkness.

As I forge through the wind-blown piles of fallen leaves, I cannot help but wonder what horror lurks beyond my limited field of vision. I sense, yet cannot see, that my destination lies directly in front of me. I am dimly aware of the passing faces of Death, yet I know that I am the only one of my kind on this macabre journey homeward. Ahead, there is a light, a painfully brilliant light bathing the street in its warm glow. My pace, and pulse, quickens at the sight. A few more yards and I shall be home. As I approach the front gate, I stop. Though I am thankful to be home, I am awed by what my weary eyes take in.

I quickly look left then right, trying to see everything at once. To my left, I see the gravestones, beautifully crafted and lovingly placed. To my right, several more stones and a sight that almost defies description- a freshly dug grave. The grave itself is un- remarkable. It is the contents of the grave that deserve attention. Mostly free from his earthly home is the body that my wife and I had placed there just this afternoon.

With his hands, head, and leg above the surface of the dirt, I think to myself, ‘Should I have buried him deeper? As I ponder over this light bit of trivia, I proceed up the path that leads to the porch. I look around as I climb the cement stairs onto the porch. “Everything is perfect,” I say aloud to no one in particular. The coffin to my right is partially opened, and as I walk past it I catch a glimpse of a skeletal hand cuffed by the sleeve of a beautiful wedding gown. Continuing, I see on my left the glass test tubes and beakers filled with blood. A human skull sits upon the bench with the glassware, staring vacantly off into space.

Just ahead on my right, the porch door opens, leading out to the driveway. While making my way to the door, I am forced to clear a path through thick tangles of spiders web. I can’t believe I allowed the web to be strung up like this. I am deathly afraid of spiders. What was I thinking? Stepping outside again I notice the strobe-like light and thick, curling fog. A car rests up against my apple tree. I walk to the front of the car and suddenly wish I hadn’t. The top of the drivers head is sticking out of the windshield and a foot and an arm protrude from beneath the front bumper.

The amount of blood is generous, but that’s not why I’ve longed to be home. I step over the crimson puddles and go back to the porch. Once inside, I make my way past randomly scattered bones and sheets of gossamer to get to the front door of my house. Turning the doorknob, I can faintly hear Bachs “Toccata & Fugue in D minor”. Upon entering, the smells of cinnamon, apples and hot coffee flood over me. I pour myself a tall mug of that aromatic Colombian blend, the chill in my bones almost gone by the fourth gulp, and turn to see my wife standing in the doorway. “Happy Halloween”, she says.

Bailey White Essay

Adventures on the Way Back Home, and Quite a Year for Plums, author Bailey White offers readers an inviting refuge from our increasingly fast-paced society. Using humor, White transports the reader to the rural South, where the setting, the way of life, and the characters the reader meets contrast strikingly with life in the typical Northern city. Bailey Whites South has a warm and hospitable atmosphere, a pleasant alternative to cold, bustling, Northern metropolitan centers.

As a cousin of the Whites puts it when she calls from Philadelphia to announce shell be visiting overnight, “Ive heard so uch about Southern hospitality. Now I will be able to experience it for myself” (Mama, 48). The language in Bailey Whites writings also delights, especially her characters manner of speaking, which contains many curious Southern expressions. My friends certainly would not say”persnickety” (Sleeping, 125), “doodlebugs” (Sleeping, 9), “junkets” (Mama, 60), describe a club as a “tough juke joint” (Mama, 3), or say, “She sho aint gon ride no ferry here” (Mama, 62)!

Located in South Georgia, in the backwoods, Whites characters are allowed to do what they please without judgment from neighboring yuppies glaring down from their alconies. The village “… is a place where they are kind to one another and indulgent of eccentricities” (Publishers Weekly, 30 March 1998). The result is”endearing true stories about rural South Georgia” (Publishers Weekly, 1 March 1993) on subjects as quirky as bathtubs and Porsches on porches, backyard camping, and road-kill suppers.

After remodeling their bathroom Bailey and Mama find that their bathtub won’t fit in it anymore. Instead of installing a shower, they leave the bathtub on the porch. Bailey explains that “with the midsummer’s afternoon breeze blowing through the high pine woods and the ragrance of the lilies, it’s a lovely spot for a leisurely bath” (Mama, 25). Joining the bathtub on the porch is a 1958 Model 356 Speedster in original condition, because the driver refused to “just park it out behind the garden with those two tractors and that thing that might have been a lawnmower” (Mama, 21).

When inspired, Mama can (and does) go camping in the wilderness. Bailey, however, doesn’t have to worry about her aging mother alone on a trip: their backyard is wilderness enough for camping. “At night I could see a tiny glow from her fire. And just at dawn, if I went out to the edge of he pasture and listened very carefully I could barely hear her singing Meet Me in St. Louis” (Mama, 38). Mama, whether camping or not, can get fast-food for dinner, Southern-style: road kill.

White and Mama have “feasted not only doves, turkeys, and quail, but robins, squirrels, and, only once, a possum,” but Bailey draws the line at snakes, even when her mom protests “But it was still wiggling when I got there… Let’s try it just this once. I have a white sauce with dill and mustard” (Mama, 39). Despite the gourmet sauce, Bailey refuses to eat any animal her mom brings in without ocumentation–the model and tag number of the car that struck it–to assure her of a recent kill. While chronicling small-town culture, White manages to make me laugh out loud, which is quite a feat for an author.

The comical scenes from the small town of Thomasville will not only produce laughter, but a longing to move to such a quaint village. Instead of going into the Instant Care Facility, a modern walk-in medical clinic, one can, as Mama did, take advice from “surgeons, I’d say, from the amount of blood and brains on those white coats,” who were actually butchers on their cigarette break (Mama, 23). The provincial aspects of life in Thomasville are evident in Plums, in the extent of interest and pride community members exhibit when Roger appears in a photograph in the April edition of the Agrisearch magazine.

At the Pastime Restaurant the waitresses tape up Roger’s picture next to the In Case of Choking poster, Meade makes a mat for his picture out of construction paper left from her schoolteaching days, Hilma transposes Rogers image onto two color photos for an artistic effect, Eula puts the magazine photo on her refrigerator, and others prop it up on their windowsills (Plums, 4). The detail in Bailey Whites stories come from her own experiences living in Thomasville, especially in her first two books, Mama and Sleeping, which are both autobiographical. In my own town I know the story of every missing body part: an ear in an auto accident, a middle finger in a miscalculation at a table saw, a thumb in a freak accident involving a white horse and a Chrysler coupe” (Sleeping, 5). Since Whites books are set in the rural South, nature is a part of everyday life. (What a contrast to everyday life in our Northern city, which typically finds us riving down treeless, paved streets, dashing from home to work to the supermarket! ) The primary concerns of the characters in Whites writings are not bills and work, but include plants and domestic animals. [Whites] vignettes illuminate… the immense satisfaction that can be derived from an appreciation of nature” (Publishers Weekly, 17 April 1995). In Plums nearly all of the characters jobs relate to nature. Roger is a plant pathologist; Tom and Gawain are foresters; Lewis is an ornithologist; and Della paints native birds (ix). The rest of the characters frequently garden, all own Peterson Field Guides (160), and are vehemently opposed to environmentally unfriendly techniques like slash-and-burning (158-9).

Southerners are known for their slow speech, their Southern drawl (especially slow compared to fast-talking New Yorkers). In Whites books the way of life is also slowed-down, with little pressure and plenty of time to pursue activities important to the characters. Critics notice the slow pace, saying, “nothing much happens [in Plums]” (Publishers Weekly, 30 March 1998), “the characters dont do a lot [in Plums]” (Friedman), and “Sleeping at the Starlite Motel celebrates the alue… of lives that proceed at their own pace” (Fichtner). Doing “nothing much” is the life the characters have chosen, though; they like the slower pace.

Mama loves to “sit in her reclining chair all day, reading the UFO newsletter, listening to the radio, and drawing conclusions” (Mama, 41). Bailey loves to garden; she put five years into creating a wildflower meadow, a time-consuming process because, as the “more responsible plant catalogues… admitted, we have not been able to develop a mixture suitable for Zone 9” (Mama, 160-5). Bailey, “in the thrall of that good old rural ommunity spirit,” also has the time to make a “noble gesture,” becoming a volunteer fireman (Mama, 177). Besides indulging their own interests and whims, Whites characters take the time to care for others.

Mama campaigned for Vernon Bryan, working “harder and harder” as election time grew closer: “She drove her old pickup truck into town every day to man campaign headquarters, and she spent hours studying voter registration lists and calling on the phone to urge people to vote. She volunteered for everything” (Mama, 139-140). Mama also taught Luther, whose jam caused Bailey to rush over to the ink and wash her mouth out, the fundamentals of cooking, beginning with “Jams and Jellies,” moving on to “Pickles and Preserves,” then to “Biscuits and Pastry,” and finally “Sauces, Marinades, Shellfish, and Game….

Soufflйs…. Desserts” (Mama, 151-155). Bailey took time to listen to old Mrs. Bierce with the wandering eye, and to visit Mrs. Helgert, tolerating her frequent interjections of “Hot? Honey! That was a hot night” (Sleeping, 38-41). Meade and Hilma looked after Rogers house when his childhood horse Squeaky died. “He must be relieved of all the little household chores–laundry, the reparation of meals, housecleaning tasks. He should come home at night to a bright clean home, a supper warm on the back of the stove, and his bed turned down,” said Meade, outlining her elaborate plan to take care of Roger (Plums, 148).

The activities the characters choose in their free time demonstrate the importance of relationships. In Plums, “a charming story of human relations” (Haddock), “Whites 14 or so characters are introduced and identified as they would be in any small town in the South: by their family relationships to others in the rural Georgia community” (Publishers Weekly, 30 March 1998), thus showing the weight of family. In Sleeping, after Great Aunt El disappears twice and complains of elephants and ghosts, Bailey and Mama become concerned about her and decide its “time to get someone to look after her” (47).

Reminding Bailey that “Blood is thicker than water,” Mama succeeds in bringing Els nephew Ralph down to stay with her (49). Unlike our male-dominated society, strong women dominate Whites world. The women are independent, with no need for marriage. They handle everything themselves, even if it means crawling under the house in “high-topped boots laced up tight, a urtleneck shirt, and a ski mask” (to protect oneself from spiders, of course) to move the telephone jack (Mama, 34). All of the characters in Whites books are unmarried, which appears to be all right with the women, but the not-so-strong men express a longing to be married.

As Dean Routhe repeatedly said, “Men need wives” (Plums, 211). Ever since Ethel left Roger “the women in town have worried about Roger…. Hilma and Meade discuss him at their weekly readings. Eula frets over his welfare–not to mention his appetite” (Haddock). Within one year after Ethel left Roger, Ethel has two men lusting fter her while another woman has left Roger. The characters in Whites books, peculiar but delightful, working-class but educated, and understanding and accepting of themselves and each other, present a refreshing contrast to the conforming, pretentious sophisticates who inhabit our Northern cities.

At the head of the long list of quirky characters is Mama, who attracts ornithologists (Mama, 12), who then use Baileys 102 degree feverish body to incubate wild turkey eggs. Other memorable characters include the obsessed typographer who feels personally called to save vanishing typefaces, Louise, who thinks letters nd string will entice creatures from outer space, the hippie fruit tree man with the jujube trees, and homeless Elmer who can only talk to horses. Modern society is in the Information Age, in which technology demands more and more of us.

The average workweek is 49 hours, and many so-called successful lawyers, doctors, and businessmen frequently work ten, twenty, or even thirty hours more. Even to reach the hiring stage takes a competitive drive and long hours studying. It is not surprising, then, when Bailey says, “Over the generations my family has metastasized from that hill to lower spots all over the county. Once members of the leisure class, we are now farmers, carpenters, teachers, and mechanics” (Mama, 54). Baileys Aunt Eleanor recalls, after a minor plumbing disaster of her own, how great-uncle Melville ” Shot right through the ceiling medallion… nd landed in the tomato aspic” (Sleeping, 9).

Bailey admits, “Theres no denying that our family fortune frittered away, the big house sold. We are probably not up to a second-floor plumbing disaster involving chandeliers and crown moldings” (Sleeping, 10), which is what Aunt Eleanor says shows style, class, and breeding. Although not up to showy plumbing isasters, Whites characters are educated. Hilma and Meade have a 50-year ritual of reading together every Thursday of every May (Plums, 17). On summer picnics Lucy would read Pride and Prejudice aloud.

Mama reads The Naked Lunch and decides shes “… tired. Im tired of breathing the essence of a sheep fold; Im tired of teaching babies to knit; Im tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next” (Mama, 38). “Two of the characters [in Plums] are retired schoolteachers to whom the classics of literature are daily companions; in fact, most of the characters, no atter how humble, quote lines from famous poetry or prose and are knowledgeable about plants, flowers, birds and animals” (Publishers Weekly, 30 March 1998).

Whites characters are also neither pretentious nor materialistic. When Aunt Eleanor is sulking over the modest plumbing disaster Bailey buys her a $60 watch and a linen skirt, and tells her that nowadays people judge not by plumbing calamities but by clothes, cars, and vacations (Sleeping, 10). Aunt Eleanor, however, is not impressed: “I guess Im just old-fashioned” (Sleeping, 10). When Meade and Hilma call on a new family, the women brags about er eagle statues–“exact replicas of a certain castle in England… hey were not cheap” (Plums, 156). Later Meade brings up a house she particularly liked, explaining, “No pretension there” (Plums, 159).

The key to Whites stories is her characters’ wisdom: understanding that timeworn truths are worth paying heed to. When prissy Aunt Eleanor comes over for dinner, she praises the bird. “The quail are delicious… I havent found a single piece of shot. How do you manage it? Intersection of 93 and Baggs Road, recites Mama. Green late model pickup, Florida tag. Have another one. And ome rice, El” (Mama, 40).

Whites stories “offer us snatches of humor in the largest sense, written with an… often self-mocking compassion” (Trachtman). White opens up for her readers a different world, one without many of the annoying traits of modern society: dull, gray scenery, traffic, impersonal contact, alarms, cell phones, male-dominance, uniformity, pretension, conflict, materialism, censorship, isolation, and superficial relationships. She reminds us of a life that, in most places, has ceased to exist and invites us to return to its comforts in the pages of her books.

The infamous Donner party

On a journey to a better life in California, the infamous Donner party, met sorrow at every turn. Before their journey began, they encountered a shortcut discovered by Hastings. Like any other normal person, they decided to take the easier route that unfortunately led to tragedy. There were many key elements leading to the misfortune of this group. From the beginning of their journey, the Donner party made mistakes. First of all, at the time of the party’s departure there was an outbreak of cholera and malaria.

Germs and disease are not good to carry along a journey half way across the country. Even the slightest germs were deadly to them. After they passed Independence, Missouri, they were in unfamiliar land. All they knew was that there was desert and mountainous are ahead, yet they continued on. Soon after, Grandma Reed died due to such a rough journey. This was probably a good indication that they should take the longer safer route, but they continued on by Hastings shortcut. Then they ran into a man by the last name of Kleiman.

He warned the group that the road ahead was very tough and that Hastings had trouble on the route himself. Kleiman told Mr. Donner NOT to take Hastings route, but the Donner party continued despite their warning. Mr. Hastings promised the party that he would wait for them at a fort along the way to California. When the party reached the fort, Hastings had already gone ahead a week earlier with another group. He left simple instructions for the Donner party to follow telling them it would not take long to get to Salt Lake. Then they turned off track into the wilderness.

It took 6 days to chop through to Big Mountain and one month to reach Salt Lake rather than the week they had been promised. After 3 days they ran out of water and Reed’s oxen ran away and could not be found. Thirty-six oxen were lost and wagons had to be left behind in order to get over the mountain. Then Reed killed Schneider because he was whipping the oxen. Everyone was going mad. Indians killed 21 more oxen and then the Donner axle broke on the first wagon. To make things worse, they encountered blizzard like snow and sleet.

If they had rested 4 days instead of 5 they would have made it through to California safely without having to deal with any of the conditions mentioned above. It turns out that Hastings “shortcut” was actually 125 miles longer than the longer safer route. Each of the circumstances that they dealt with could have been easily avoided by taking the longer route that had been traveled on many times before. Unfortunately, many people died and suffered because of key elements like weather and misjudgments. The lesson learned from this tragedy is, “never take no cut offs and hurry along as fast as you can. ”

Fiery Cross Essay

Gideon darted out his head like a snake, aiming for the leg of the rider just ahead. Seas! Jamie wrenched the big bay’s head around before he could take a bite. Evil-minded whoreson, he muttered under his breath. Adam Chisholm, unaware of his narrow escape from Gideon’s teeth, caught the remark, and looked back over his shoulder, startled. Jamie smiled and touched his slouch hat apologetically, nudging the bay up even with Chisholm’s long-legged mule. A bit edgy, he said, with a nod toward the horse’s head. One notched ear stuck out of the bay’s head at a right angle, the other lay flat back. Best I take him on and let him work it off, eh?

Chisholm looked warily at the bay’s rolling eye and edged as far to the side of his mule’s blanketed back as he could without falling off. Oh, aye, he said. A bit high-heided, is he? Oh, a bit. Jamie kicked Gideon ungently in the ribs, urging him past the rest of the slow-moving travelers at a speed fast enough to keep the brute from biting, kicking, trampling stray bairns, or otherwise causing trouble. He passed Brianna and Marsali, halfway up the column, at a slow trot; by the time he passed Claire and Roger, riding at the head, he was moving too fast to do more than lourish his hat at them in salute.

A mhic an dhiabhoil, he said, clapping the hat back on and leaning low over the horse’s neck. See how long ye last in the rough, eh? He pulled hard left, off the trail, and down the slope, trampling dry grass and brushing leafless dogwood out of the way with a gunshot snapping of twigs. What the seven-sided son-of-a-bitch needed was flat country, where Jamie could gallop the bejesus out of him and bring him back blowing. Given that there wasn’t a flat spot in twenty miles, he’d have to do the next best thing.

He gathered up the reins, shouted Eyaah, ye bastard, go! ammed both heels into the horse’s ribs, and they charged up the shrubby hillside as though they had been fired from a cannon. Gideon was large, well-nourished, and sound of wind, which was why Jamie had bought him two days before. He was also a hard- mouthed, bad-tempered reester of a horse, which was why he hadn’t cost much. As they sailed over a small creek, jumped a fallen log and hared up an almost vertical hillside littered with scrub-oak and persimmon, Jamie found himself wondering whether he’d got a bargain or committed suicide.

That was the last coherent thought e had before Gideon veered sideways, crushing Jamie’s leg against a tree, then gathered his hindquarters and charged down the other side of the hill into a thicket of buckbrush, sending coveys of quail exploding from under his huge flat feet. Half an hour of dodging low branches, lurching through streams and galloping straight up as many hillsides as Jamie could point them at, and Gideon was, if not precisely tractable, at least manageable.

Jamie was soaked to the thighs, bruised, bleeding from half a dozen scratches, and breathing nearly as hard as the horse. He was, however, still in the saddle, and still nominally in harge. He turned the bay’s head toward the sinking sun and clicked his tongue. Come on, then, he said. Let’s go home. They had exerted themselves mightily, but given the rugged shape of the land, had not covered so much ground as to lose themselves entirely. He turned Gideon’s head upward, and within a quarter-hour, had come out onto a small ridge he recognized.

They picked their way along the ridge, searching for a safe way down through the tangles of chinkapin, poplar and spruce. The party was not far away, he knew, but it could take some time to cross to them, and he would as soon rejoin them before they eached the Ridge. Not that Claire or MacKenzie could not guide them–but he admitted to himself that he wished very much to return to Fraser’s Ridge at the head of the party, leading his people home. Christ, man, ye’d think ye were Moses, he muttered, shaking his head in mock dismay at his own pretensions.

The horse was lathered, and when the trees opened out for a space, he halted for a moment’s rest–relaxing the reins no more than enough to take the strain off his wrists, and keeping a sufficient grip as to discourage any notions the outheidie creature might still be entertaining. They stood among a grove of silver birch, at the lip of a small rocky outcrop above a forty-foot drop; he thought the big bay held much too high an opinion of himself to contemplate self-destruction, but in case he had any thought of flinging his rider off into the laurels below… The breeze was from the west.

Jamie lifted his chin, enjoying the cold touch of it on his heated skin. The land fell away in undulating waves of brown and green, kindled here and there with patches of color, lighting the mist in the hollows like the glow of campfire smoke. He felt a peace come over him at the sight, and breathed deep, his body relaxing. Gideon relaxed too, all the feistiness draining out of him. Slowly, Jamie let his hands drop lightly on the horse’s neck, and the horse stayed still, ears forward. Ah, he thought. This was a Place, then. He thought of such Places in a way that had no words, only recognizing one when he came to it.

He might have called it holy, save that the feel of such a place had nothing to do with church or saint. It was simply a place he belonged to be, and that was sufficient, though he preferred to be alone when he found one. He let the reins go slack across the horse’s neck. Not even a hrawn-heided horse like this Gideon would give trouble here. Sure enough, the horse stood quiet, massive withers steaming in the chill. They could not tarry long, but he was deeply glad of the momentary respite–not from the battle with Gideon, but from the press of people.

He had learned early on the trick of living separately in a crowd, private in his mind when his body could not be. But he had learned early, too, the enchantment of solitude, and the healing of quiet places. Quite suddenly, he had a vision of his mother, one of the small portraits that his mind hoarded. He had been hunting rabbits on a illside, hot and sweaty, his fingers pricked with gorse and his shirt stuck to him with mud and damp. He had seen a small grove of trees and gone to them for shade. His mother was sitting in the greenish shadow, on the ground beside a tiny spring.

She sat quite motionless–which was unlike her–long hands folded in her lap. She had not spoken but smiled at him, and he had gone to her, not speaking either, but filled with a great sense of peace and contentment, resting his head against her shoulder, feeling her arm go about him and knowing he stood at the center of the world. He had been five, maybe, or six. As suddenly as it had come, the vision disappeared, like a bright fish vanishing into dark water. It left behind it the same deep sense of peace, though–as though someone had briefly embraced him, a soft hand touched his hair.

He swung himself down from the saddle, needing the feel of the pine needles under his boots, some physical connection with this place. He stood still for a moment, then turned himself carefully to the right, facing the north. He no longer recalled who had taught him this–whether it was mother, father, or Auld John, Ian’s father. He spoke the words, though, as he turned himself sunwise, murmuring the brief prayer to each of the four airts in turn, and ended facing west, into the setting sun.

He cupped his empty hands and the light filled them, spilling from his palms. Celtic prayer] With an instinct older than the prayer, he took the flask from his belt and poured a few drops of wine on the ground. It was sacramental wine, but not consecrated–not ’til now. Scraps of sound reached him on the evening breeze; laughter and calling, the sound of horses making their way through brush. The caravan was not far away, only across a small hollow, coming slowly round the curve of the hillside opposite. He should go now, to join them on the last push upward to the Ridge. Still he hesitated for a moment, loath to break the spell of the Place.

Some tiny movement caught the corner of his eye, and he bent down, squinting as he peered into the deepening shadows beneath a holly bush. It sat frozen, blending perfectly with its dusky background. He would never have seen it had his hunter’s eye not caught its movement. A tiny kitten, its gray fur puffed out like a ripe milkweed-head, enormous eyes wide open and unblinking, almost olorless in the gloom beneath the bush. A Chat, he whispered, putting out a slow finger toward it. Whatever are ye doing here? A feral cat, no doubt; born of a wild mother, fled from some settlers’ cabin and long free of the trap of domesticity.

He brushed the wispy fur of its breast, and it sank its tiny teeth suddenly into his thumb. Ow! He jerked away, and examined the drop of blood welling from a small puncture wound. He glowered at the cat for a moment, but it merely stared back at him, and made no move to run. He paused, then made up his mind. He shook the lood-drop from his finger onto the leaves, an offering to join the dram he had spilled, a gift to the spirits of this Place–who had evidently made up their minds to offer him a gift, themselves. All right, then, he said under his breath.

He knelt, and stretched out his hand, palm up. Very slowly, he moved one finger, then the next, and the next and the next, then again, in the undulant motion of seaweed in the water. The big pale eyes fixed on the movement, watching as though hypnotized. He could see the tip of the miniature tail twitch, very slightly, and smiled at the sight. He made a small noise through his teeth, a whistling hiss, like the distant chittering of birds. The kitten stared, mesmerized, as the gently swaying fingers moved invisibly closer.

When at last he touched its fur again, it made no move to escape. One finger edged beneath the fur, another slid under the cold wee pads of one paw, and it let him scoop it gently into his hand and lift it from the ground. He held it for a moment against his chest, stroking it with one finger, tracing the silken jawline, the delicate ears. The tiny cat closed its eyes and began to purr in ecstasy, rumbling in his palm like distant thunder. Oh, so ye’ll come away wi’ me, will you?

Receiving no demur from the cat, he opened his shirt and tucked the tiny thing inside, where it poked and prodded for a bit before curling up against his skin, purr reduced to a silent but pleasant vibration. Gideon seemed pleased by the rest; he set off willingly enough, and within a quarter-hour, they had caught up with the others. The stallion’s momentary docility evaporated, though, under the strain of the final upward climb. Not that the horse could not handle the steep trail; what he couldn’t abide was following another horse. It didn’t matter whether

Jamie wished to lead them home or not–if Gideon had anything to do with the matter, they would be not only in the lead, but several furlongs ahead. At every widening of the trail, Gideon shouldered his way rudely ahead, shoving past pack-mules, sheep, and mares; he even scattered the three pigs trudging slowly behind Grannie Chisholm, who bolted into the brush in a chorus of panicked oinks as Gideon bore down upon them. Jamie found himself in perfect sympathy with the horse; eager to be home and working hard to get there, irritated by anything that threatened to hold him back.

At the moment, the main impediment to progress was Claire, who had–blast the woman–halted her mare in front of him and slid off in order to gather yet another bit of herbage from the trailside. As though the entire house was not filled from doorstep to rooftree with plants already, and her saddlebags a-bulge with more! Gideon, picking up his rider’s mood with alacrity, stretched out his neck and nipped the mare’s rump. The mare bucked, squealed and shot off up the trail, loose reins dangling. Gideon made a deep rumbling noise of satisfaction and started off after her, only to be jerked unceremoniously to a halt.

Claire had whirled round at the noise, eyes wide. She looked up at Jamie, up the trail after her vanished horse, then back at him. She shrugged apologetically, hands full of tattered leaves and mangy roots. Sorry, she said, but he saw the corner of her mouth tuck in and the flush rise in her skin, the smile glimmering in her eyes like morning light on trout-water. Quite against his will, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease. He had had it in mind to rebuke her; in fact, he still did, but the words wouldn’t quite come to his tongue. Get up then, woman, he said instead, gruffly, with a nod behind him. I want my supper.

She scrambled up, kilting her skirts out of the way, and Gideon, irascible at this additional nuisance, whipped round to take a nip of the roundly tempting target offered by her arse. Jamie was ready for that; he snapped the end of the rein sharply off the stallion’s nose, making him jerk back and snort in surprise. That’ll teach ye, ye bastard, Jamie said, with a small sense of satisfaction. He pulled his hat over his brow and settled his errant wife securely, fluttering skirts tucked in beneath her thighs. She rode without shoes or stockings, and her long calves were white and bare against the dark bay hide.

He gathered up the reins and kicked the horse, a trifle harder than strictly necessary. Gideon promptly reared, backed, twisted, and tried to scrape them both off under a hanging poplar bough. The kitten, rudely roused from its nap, sank all its claws into Jamie’s midsection and yowled in alarm, though its noise was quite lost in Jamie’s much louder screech. He yanked the horse’s head halfway round, swearing, and shoved at the hindquarters with his left leg. No easy conquest, Gideon executed a hop like a corkscrew.

There was a small eek! nd a sudden feeling of emptiness behind him, as Claire was slung off into the brush like a bag of flour. The horse suddenly yielded to the pull on his mouth, and shot down the path in the wrong direction, hurtling through a screen of brambles and skidding to a halt that nearly threw him onto his hindquarters in a shower of mud and dead leaves. Then he straightened out like a snake, shook his head, and trotted nonchalantly over to exchange nuzzles with Roger’s horse, which was standing at the edge of the spring clearing, watching them with the same bemusement exhibited by its dismounted rider.

All right there? asked Roger, raising one eyebrow. Certainly, Jamie replied, trying to gasp for breath while keeping his dignity. And you? Fine. Good. He was already swinging down from the saddle as he spoke. He flung the reins toward MacKenzie, not waiting to see whether he caught them, and ran back toward the trail, shouting, Claire! Where are ye? Just here! she called cheerfully. She emerged from the shadow of the poplars, limping slightly but looking otherwise undamaged. Are you all right? she asked, cocking one eyebrow at him. Aye, fine. I’m going to shoot that horse.

He gathered her in briefly, wanting to assure himself that she was in fact whole. She was breathing heavily, but felt reassuringly solid, and kissed him on the nose. Well, don’t shoot him until we get home. I don’t want to walk the last mile or so in my bare feet. Hey! Let that alone, ye bugger! He let go of Claire and turned to find Roger snatching a fistful of ragged-looking plants away from Gideon’s questing nose. More plants–what was this mania for gathering? Claire was still panting from the accident, but leaned forward to see them, looking interested. What’s that you’ve got, Roger?

For Bree, he said, holding them up for her inspection. Are they the right kind? To Jamie’s jaundiced eye, they looked like the yellowed tops of carrots gone to seed and left too long in the ground, but Claire fingered the mangy foliage, and nodded pproval. Oh, yes, she said. Very romantic! Jamie made a small tactful noise, indicating that they ought perhaps to be making their way, since Bree and the slower-moving party of Chisholms would be catching them up soon. Yes, all right, Claire said, patting his shoulder in what he assumed she meant to be a soothing gesture.

Don’t snort; we’re going. Mmphm, he said, and bent to put a hand under her foot. Tossing her up into the saddle, he gave Gideon a Don’t try it on, you bastard glare and swung up behind her. You’ll wait for the others, then, and bring them up? Without waiting for Roger’s nod, he reined around and set Gideon upon he trail again. Temper momentarily expended, and mollified at being in the lead, Gideon settled down to the job at hand, climbing steadily through the thickets of chinkapin and poplar, chestnut and spruce.

Even so late in the year, some leaves still clung to the trees, and small bits of brown and yellow floated down upon them like a gentle rain, catching in the horse’s mane, resting in the loose, thick waves of Claire’s hair. It had come down in her precipitous descent, and she hadn’t bothered to put it up again. His own equanimity returned with the sense of progress, and was quite restored by the fortuitous finding of his hat, hanging from white oak by the trail, as though placed there by some kindly hand.

Still, he remained uneasy in his mind, and could not quite grasp tranquility, though the mountain lay at peace all round him, the air hazed with blue and smelling of wood-damp and evergreens. Then he realized, with a sudden jolt in the pit of his stomach, that the kitten was gone. There were itching furrows in the skin of his chest and abdomen, where it had climbed him in a frantic effort to escape, but it must have popped out the neck of his shirt and been flung off his shoulder in the mad career down the slope. He glanced from side to side, searching in the shadows under ushes and trees, but it was a vain hope.

It was nearly dark, and they were on the main trail now, while he and Gideon had torn through the wood. [.. a Dhia], he murmured, and crossed himself briefly. Go with God. What’s that? Claire asked, half-turning in the saddle. Nothing, he said. After all, it was a wild cat, though a small one. Doubtless it would manage. Gideon worked the bit, pecking and bobbing. Jamie realized that the tension in his hands was running through the reins once more, and consciously slackened his grip. He loosened his grip on Claire, too, and she took a sudden deep breath. His heart was beating fast.

It was impossible for him ever to come home after an absence without a certain sense of apprehension. For years after the Rising, he had lived in a cave, approaching his own house only rarely, after dark and with great caution, never knowing what he might find there. More than one Highland man had come home to his place to find it burnt and black, his family gone. Or worse, still there. Well enough to tell himself not to imagine horrors; the difficulty was that he had no need of imagination–memory sufficed. The horse dug with his haunches, pushing hard.

No use to tell himself this was a new place; it was, with its own dangers. If there were no English soldiers in these mountains, there were still marauders. Those too shiftless to take root and fend for themselves, but who wandered the backcountry, robbing and plundering. Raiding Indians. Wild animals. And fire. Always fire. He hadn’t realized that Claire was tensed, too, until she suddenly relaxed against him, a hand on his leg. It’s all right, she said. I smell chimney-smoke. He lifted his head to catch the air. She was right; the tang of burning hickory floated on the breeze.

Not the stink of remembered conflagration, but a homely whiff redolent with the promise of warmth and food. They rounded the last turn of the trail and saw it, then, the high fieldstone chimney rising above the trees on the ridge, its fat plume of smoke curling over the rooftree. The house stood. He breathed deep in relief, noticing now the other smells of home; the faint rich scent of manure from the stable, of meat smoked and hanging in the shed, and the breath of the forest nearby–damp wood and leaf-rot, rock and rushing water, the touch of it cold and loving on his cheek.

They came out of the chestnut grove and into the large clearing where the house stood, solid and neat, its windows glazed gold with the last of the sun. It was a modest frame house, white-washed and shingle-roofed, clean in its lines, and soundly built, but impressive only by comparison with the crude cabins of most settlers. His own first cabin still stood, dark and sturdy, a little way down the hill. Smoke was curling from that chimney, too. Someone’s made a fire for Bree and Roger, Claire said, nodding at it. That’s good, he said.

He tightened his arm about her waist, and she made a small, contented noise in her throat, wriggling her bottom into his lap. Gideon was happy, too; he stretched out his neck and whinnied to the two horses in the penfold, who trotted to and fro in the nclosure, calling greetings. Claire’s mare was standing by the fence, reins dangling; she curled her lip in what looked like derision, the wee besom. From somewhere far down the trail behind them came a deep, joyous bray; Clarence, hearing the racket and delighted to be coming home.

The door flew open, and Mrs. Bug popped out, round and flustered as a tumble-turd. He smiled at sight of her, and gave Claire an arm to slide down before dismounting himself. All’s well, all’s well, and how’s yourself, sir? Mrs. Bug was reassuring him before his boots struck ground. She had a pewter up in one hand, a polishing cloth in the other, and didn’t cease her polishing for an instant, even as she turned up her face to accept his kiss on her withered round cheek. She didn’t wait for an answer, but turned at once and stood a-tiptoe to kiss Claire, beaming.

Oh, it’s grand that you’re home, Ma’am, you and Himself, and I’ve the supper all made, so you’ll not be worrit a bit with it, Ma’am, but come inside, come inside, and be takin’ off them dusty cloots, and I’ll send old Arch along to the mash-hoose for a bit of the lively, and we’ll… She had Claire by one hand, towing her helplessly into the house, talking and talking, the other and still polishing briskly away, her stubby fingers dextrously rubbing the cloth inside the cup. Claire gave him a helpless glance over one shoulder, and he grinned at her as she disappeared inside the house.

Mrs. Bug would not blink an eye, once informed that supper would be for ten more than expected. Gideon shoved an impatient nose under his arm and bumped his elbow. Oh, aye, he said, recalled to his chores. Come along then, ye prickly wee bastard. By the time he had the big bay and the mare unsaddled, wiped down with a wisp of dry hay and turned out to their feed, Claire ad escaped from Mrs. Bug; coming back from the paddock, he saw the door of the house swing open and Claire slip out, looking guiltily over her shoulder as though fearing pursuit. Where was she bound?

She didn’t see him; she turned and hurried toward the far corner of the house, disappearing in a swish of homespun. He followed, curious. Ah. She had seen to her surgery; now she was going to her garden before it got completely dark; he caught a glimpse of her against the sky on the upward path behind the house, the last of the daylight caught like cobwebs in her hair. There would be ittle growing now, only the overwintering things like carrots and onions and garlic, but it made no difference; she always went to see how things were, no matter how short a time she had been gone.

He understood the urge; he would not feel entirely home himself until he had checked all the stock and buildings, and made sure of matters up at the still. The evening breeze brought him an acrid hint from the distant privy, suggesting that matters there were shortly going to require his attention, speaking of buildings. Then he bethought him of the new tenants coming, and relaxed; digging a new privy would e just the thing for Chisholm’s eldest two boys. He and Ian had dug this one, when they first came to the Ridge. God, he missed the lad. A Micheal… , he murmured. Blessed Michael, protect him.

He liked MacKenzie well enough, but had it been his choice, he would not have exchanged Ian for the man. It had been Ian’s choice, though, not his, and no more to be said about it. Pushing away the ache of Ian’s loss, he stepped behind a tree, loosened his breeks and relieved himself. If she saw him, Claire would doubtless make what she considered witty remarks about dogs and wolves marking their home-ground as they returned o it. Nothing of the sort, he replied to her mentally, why walk up the hill, only to make matters worse in the privy? Still, if you came down to it, it was his place, and if he chose to piss on it… e tidied his clothes, feeling more settled.

He raised his head and saw her coming down the path from the garden, her apron bulging with carrots and turnips. A gust of wind sent the last of the leaves from the chestnut grove swirling round her in a yellow dance, sparked with light. Moved by sudden impulse, he stepped deeper into the trees and began to look about. Normally, he paid attention only to such vegetation as was immediately comestible by horse or man, sufficiently straight-grained to serve for planks and timbers, or so covered with thorns as to pose difficulty in passage.

Once he began looking with an eye to aesthetics, though, he found himself surprised at the variety to hand. Stalks of half-ripe barley, the seeds laid in rows like a woman’s plait. A dry, fragile weed that looked like the lace-edging on a petticoat. A stem of blue spruce, unearthly green and cool among the dry bits, leaving its fragrant sap on his hand as he tore it from the tree. A branch of glossy oak-leaves, that reminded him of her hair, in shades of gold and brown and gray. And a bit of scarlet creeper, snatched for color.

Just in time; she was coming round the corner of the house. Lost in thought, she passed within a foot or two of him, not seeing him. Sorcha, he called softly, and she turned, eyes narrowed against the rays of the sinking sun, then wide and gold with surprise at the sight of him. Welcome home, he said, and held out the small bouquet of leaves and twigs. Oh, she said. She looked at the bits of leaf and stick again, and then at him, and the corners of her mouth trembled, as though he might laugh or cry, but wasn’t sure which.

She reached then, and took the plants from him, her fingers small and cold as they brushed his hand. Oh, Jamie–they’re wonderful. She came up on her toes and kissed him, warm and salty, and he wanted more, but she was hurrying away into the house, the silly wee things clasped to her breast as though they were gold. He felt pleasantly foolish, and foolishly pleased with himself. The taste of her was still on his mouth. Sorcha, he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now that was odd; no wonder she had been urprised.

It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Sassenach. And yet in the moment when she passed him, she was Sorcha. Not only Claire, it meant–but light. He breathed deep, contented. He was suddenly ravenous, both for food and for her, but he made no move to hasten inside. Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking. Hoofsteps and voices; the others were coming up the trail into the clearing.

He had a sudden urge to keep his peaceful solitude a moment longer, but too late–in seconds, he was surrounded by confusion, the shrill cries of excited children and calls of distracted mothers, the welcoming of the newcomers, the bustle and rush of unloading, turning out the horses and mules, fetching feed and water… and yet in the midst of this Babel, he moved as though he were still alone, peaceful and quiet in the setting sun. He had come home. [next morning] Drugged with fatigue, languid with love, and lulled by the comforts of a soft, clean bed and Jamie’s warm body, I slept like the ead.

Somewhere toward dawn, I began to dream–pleasant dreams of touch and color, without form. Small hands touched my hair, patted my face; I turned on my side, half-conscious, dreaming of nursing a child in my sleep. Tiny soft fingers kneaded my breast, and my hand came up to cup the child’s head. It bit me. I shrieked, shot bolt upright in bed, and saw a gray form race across the quilt and disappear over the end of the bed. I shrieked again, louder. Jamie shot sideways out of bed, rolled on the floor and came up standing, shoulders braced and fists half-clenched. What? e demanded, glaring wildly round in search of marauders.

Who? What? A rat! I said, pointing a trembling finger at the spot where the gray shape had vanished into the crevice between bed-foot and wall. Oh. His shoulders relaxed. He scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair, blinking. A rat, aye? A rat in our bed, I said, not disposed to view the event with any degree of calm. It bit me! I peered closely at my injured breast. No blood; only a couple of tiny puncture-marks that stung slightly. I did hope it wasn’t rabid. Dinna fash. I’ll deal with it.

A Comprehensive Summary of Alice Munro’s “Boys and Girls”

Alice Munro’s “Boys and Girls” is a story about a girl that struggles against society’s ideas of how a girl should be, only to find her trapped in the ways of the world. The story starts out on a farm in the 1940’s. The narrator is a woman who is telling the first person point of view of when she was a girl. The girl’s father was a fox farmer. He was a hard working, quiet man and the girl really respected him. Every winter the father killed the foxes that he raised and sold their pelts. The girl loved this time and found it seasonal, although her mother despised it.

In the beginning the girl is about nine years old. She had a younger brother named Laird with whom she shared a bedroom. At night when they would go to bed they would get scared and try to distract themselves by singing. After Laird would go to sleep the girl stayed up and told herself stories. In these stories she was a great hero. She was courageous and bold and she accomplished great feats to rescue others. Everyone adored her for being heroic. The stories always involved her riding and shooting though she couldn’t ride a horse or shoot a gun.

The girl took great pride in the fact that she helped her father with the chores on the farm. Her main chore was to water the foxes. Laird would help with a small watering can though he would usually spill most of his water. The girl would also help her father when he would cut the long grass around the fox pens. He would cut it and she would rake it up. He would then throw the grass on top of the pens to keep the sun off of the foxes. The entire fox pen was well thought out and well made. The foxes were fed horsemeat, which could be bought very cheap.

When a farmer had a dying horse her father would pay for the horse and slaughter it. Her father was very ingenious with his fox farm and the girl was obviously impressed. She was proud to work with her father. One time while her father was talking to a salesman he said, “Like you to meet my new hired man. ” That comment made her so happy, only to have the salesman reply that he thought it was only a girl. While the girl loved the work outside she hated to do the ‘woman’s work’ inside. She disliked her mother for making her do it, and believed that her mother only made her do it because she didn’t like it.

She didn’t like anything about this work. She hated the hot dark kitchen, and thought that work was endless, depressing and unimportant as compared to the work she did for her father. She would do a chore for her mother and then run off before she could tell her anything else to do. She had a very low opinion about anything to do with mother. The only thing the mother had to talk about were things that were unimportant to the girl, like dresses and old boyfriends. She thought that her mother was undependable, easily fooled, conniving and ignorant about the way things really were.

This opinion was very much different than that she had of her father. The girl began feeling like she was being attacked. Like everyone was out to make her a ‘girl’. When her grandmother came to town she was bombarded with comments like, “Girls don’t slam doors like that. ” and “Girls keep their knees together when they sit down. ” The worst was when she would ask a question and the grandmother would reply “That’s none of a girl’s business. ” The girl rebelled against comments like these and continued to slam doors and sit awkwardly. By this time things were changing.

Farmers were buying tractors and it became harder to find horses. The family would sometimes get healthy horses that no longer had any use. They would keep these horses all winter long. One winter when she was eleven years old they had two horses, Mack and Flora. Mack was an old workhorse slow and easy to handle. Flora was a sorrel mare who was violent and reckless. The following spring Mack was to be slaughtered. Henry, who was a hired man on the farm, led Mack out of the stable. While this was going on the girl took Laird up into the barn so that they could watch them shoot the horse.

When the horse was shot it didn’t die instantly but instead he fell over and kicked his legs for a few seconds, which caused Henry to laugh. After he died the men examined the horse in a very practiced and businesslike way. The girl felt very uneasy about the death. She then became scared that she would get into trouble for showing Laird the killing so she took him to a movie to help him forget it. Changes on the farm weren’t the only changes going on. Laird was becoming stronger than she was. She began fixing up her side of the room with lace.

She had a dressing table, and she was planning to put a barricade in between her bed and Laird’s. At night she wasn’t scared anymore and she stopped singing. Her stories that she told herself were changing. She was now the one being rescued by boys and men. She began to worry more about what she was wearing and what her hair looked like. Two weeks after Mack was slaughtered it was time for Flora to be killed. This time she didn’t think about watching. She even felt somewhat ashamed, and her attitude to her father and his work began to change.

So while the killing was underway her and her brother were picking up sticks to make a teepee out of. Suddenly there was a lot of commotion and Flora was running free. Her father told her to shut the gate. She ran to the gate and just had just enough time to close it. Instead of closing the gate she opened it wide and let the horse run free. Laird got there just in time to see her do it. When her father and Henry showed up they thought that she didn’t get there in time. They simply got the gun and the knives they used and jumped in the truck.

On the way out they stopped and picked up Laird who was begging to go. Even though the girl thought that she would be in trouble for letting the horse out she did not regret it, even though she wasn’t sure why she had done it. After everyone arrived back home they had dinner. Laird was excited and showed off the blood that he had on his arm from the horse. During dinner Laird told everyone how she had let the horse out of the gate. She began crying and her father said, “Never mind, she’s only a girl. ” Finally she didn’t protest it and thought that maybe it was true.

Death And Dying

There was an impending doom coming to the small town of Calamity. Unbeknownst to the citizens it would come firstly upon a church on the outskirts of a town. A few people were inside as the doom came closer. Preacher Tom was the first one in the church to sees what would haunt the town and was scared out of his wits. He pushes a young woman out of the doorway as he speeds into the church. He continues to bar the door and close up all of the windows as the surprised group stares on at him with suspicion. He dropped to his knees and prayed as a loud noise echoed through the building.

The crowd began to scream as the windows rattled and the building swayed. All of a sudden, a whimper could be heard from the back side of the building. The sound was unmistakable, it was the tiny voice of little Lisa Cunningham. Mrs. Hamm hobbled quickly over to the door before anyone else could react. She threw the door open as Father Ted finally came to his senses. Lisa flung herself through the door into the arms of Mrs. Hamm. Father Ted lunged for the door and slammed his shoulder into it right before an unknown force bashed against the other ide.

Mrs. Hamm grasped the child as and attempted to console her as a sharp pain erupted in her breast. She looked down and saw a dark stain growing on her blue dress and jerked the child away. Everyone’s eyes went wide as they saw the scene unfolding before them. Lisa stood smiling; face covered in blood, and began to laugh hysterically. Mrs. Hamm was becoming hysterical as well, as she noticed that one side of her chest had become smaller than the other as a huge chunk had been bitten away by the child.

Above the chaos that was a young man, nearly the same age as Lisa, who was taking in the entire scene with a grimace from the loft on the second level of the church. He could not believe what he was taking in, but he had a strange sort of familiarity with the scene. Dave, being a healthy young kid of the day, spent most of his times watching tv and movies and reading comic books. It was a great day for Steve, his favorite show just had its season premiere and he had enjoyed it so much that he had gone back to watch a few of his favorite episodes.

It was getting late, however, and the pizza he had eaten earlier had decided to come back and play. So, to the kitchen he went. “All I need now is a tall glass of cold milk to put the body back in order,” he thought. As he was gulping down the last of his vitamin D goodness, Steve heard the front door slam shut. Knowing his parents already asleep, Steve figured that the disturbance must have come from Tyler, his younger brother. Steve decided to step in and see what was up with Ty. However, as he entered the room, his jubilation at his day dwindled to intense pondering as he saw Tyler tearing through his room, looking for something.

What’s up punk? ” Steve asked jokingly. “Oh my God! ” Tyler answered in a near panic, “IiI have to find my book on the paranormal. ” “Don’t you mean my book,” Steve questioned. “Oh, yeah, said Ty, “you leant it to me a while back. Do you know where it is? “Yeah, why,” he responded. “You would never believe me, it is crazy,” Ty barked. When Steve gave Ty “the look,” he knew that Ty would tell him anything he wanted to know, however, he used it sparingly hoping not to wear it out. “Well,” Ty began, I was at church in town when things started going crazy.

There was a girl, Lisa I believe, who was trapped outside as something attacked. I don’t know what happened, but when she was let in to the church, she lunged at Mrs. Hamm and bit her. She had a crazy look in her eye and luckily I was out of sight in the loft when everything went crazy. People started running, but they were all too scared of what had been chasing Brother Tom earlier and corrupted little Lisa that they would not leave the church. Eventually everyone was dead. Lisa was like a wild animal and took them all down one by one.

She opened the door, then and let in a few other people who began to drink the blood of those who had just been killed. Then a tall man dressed in black came into the room and seemed to be leading them. ” “Decent story,” Steve responded, “what channel was it on TBS, USA, Sci-Fi? ” “I knew you wouldn’t believe me, but you will tomorrow,” Ty remarked. “Whatever,” Steve tossed over his shoulder, “But if you want that book come on and get it, we have to go to bed, school starts back in the morning. ”

A loud buzzing sound locked in on Steve and he jerked up in bed only to realize that it was his alarm, set to get him up early for school. Steve was a senior at Calamity High and was used to the grind for the most part. However, he had been keeping undead hours over the summer, rarely retiring before the sun came up. Therefore, 7 a. m. rolled around much to early for him. Steve figured since he was up, he might as well go ahead and get ready. He slumped out of bed and dragged himself to the kitchen while wiping the gunk from his eyes.

After eating some cereal, he took a shower and groomed himself for school. When he was done, he started getting his stuff together and noticed that he had not seen Ty all morning. Therefore, he walked over to his room, where the door was cracked. Steve pushed it in and saw that Ty was laying with his face half in a book. There were other books strewn around the room, as well as numerous computer print outs. This behavior bothered Steve. Every once and a while Ty would get one of these strange obsessions, but he had never gone this far.

Steve decided to give him a bit longer, although these spells of Ty’s were a bit unhealthy he usually scrounged up some tasty information in the process. Steve kicked up his heels on the coffee table and decided to check out the sports scores from the night before. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the television. He began to press the button for the next channel when the bastard slipped out of his hand. Steven kneeled down to retrieve the blasted device when a strange line caught his ear. He slowly raised his head and saw as clear as day in front of him a grisly sight that he was not prepared for.

Before his eyes was the city church, swarming with police. They were removing bodies from the church. It appeared as if many bodies had already been removed, but they were still withdrawing stretcher after stretcher. Steve dropped to the couch on which he had been sitting and let the tragedy truly make its mark on him. As this gruesome vision continued to play, something nagged at the back of his mind. He felt a bit odd and realized that he was sitting on something. Steve withdrew from under him some paper. He remembered that he had brought some of the print outs from Ty’s room with him when he had left it.

Steve let his eyes wander over the page and a few of the words jumped out at him. They included vampire, zombie, necromancer, and demon. He stood up and quickly made his way to Ty’s room where he stormed in and began to demand the full truth of the previous night, but to his amazement, Ty was gone. The room was slightly more crazed then it was earlier and Steve was worried about what had happened and where his brother had went off to. He turned around and nearly left his feet when there in front of him was Ty with mangy hair and puffy eyes.

Alanis Morissette Essay

Alanis emerged as a singer known for her fiery lyrics, unique vocals and mature music. Her much awaited album is finally out in the market, though it original CDs cover page is rather shocking. Musically, this album shows off a slightly more idiosyncratic use of rhythm, along with a less glossy pop finish than on “Jagged Little Pill”. Nothing here, however, should come as a shock to anyone familiar with either her previous album or the “Uninvited” single from the “City Of Angels” soundtrack. Although the true strengths of the album tend to reveal themselves with repeated spins, there are a few traits that stick out right away.

For one thing, Morissette relies heavily on lists. Thank U is a list of reasons to be grateful. Alanis here expresses gratitude for insights and peace of mind gained from her stay in India but she admits there are still a few things she needs. Are You Still Mad is a languid rock beat track framing a list of reasons why a former boyfriend might be peeved. However I found this track to be childish and senseless, as its lyrics are not up to the standards of the rest of the album. She sings. Are you still mad that I flirted wildly?

Are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you? Are you still mad that I had one foot out the door? Are you still mad that we slept together even after we had ended it? That I Would Be Good, a song that is enriched with lovely violins is definitely worth listening. UR is a bit folky and one would even hear a little harmonica. So Pure, is a noisy dance track exploring a new infatuation. Title of the album is reflected here. One is a beautiful, mellow song that comes across like the true efforts of an internationally famous pop star.

Secondly, in the three years since Jagged Little Pill, Morissette’s voice has grown into a remarkable instrument. From the fiery vocals of You Oughta Know, to the dwindling singing of One Hand in My Pocket, she finally has found a path in her singing attitude. Her style reflects maturity as a musician and singer. The album is rich in variety, mixing contemporary production values with a rough customary edge, which Alanis has always depicted. Every song, certainly give fans their money’s worth. It has a clever, memorable melody within the trendy rhythms.

Chronicle – Life and Times

It all began in and around the year 1919. Sula Peace, the daughter of Rekus who died when she was 3years old and Hannah, was a young and lonely girl of wild dreams. Sula was born in the same year as Nel, 1910. Sula was a heavy brown color and had large eyes with a birthmark that resembled a stemmed rose to some and many varied things to others. Nel Wright, the daughter of Helene and Wiley, was and unimaginative girl living in a very strict and manipulated life. Nel was lighter in color than Sula and could have passed for white if she had been a few shades lighter she.

A trip to visit her dying great-grandmother in the south had a profound effect on Nels life. In many ways the trip made her realize her selfness and look at things around her in a different light, eventually sowing the seeds that initiated the friendship between herself and Sula. The two girls met each other at Garfield Primary School after knowing each other at a distance for over five years. Nels mother had told her that she could not interact with Sula because of Sulas mother sooty ways. The intense and sudden friendship between them which was to last many years was originally cultivated my Nel.

The period in history and the mentality of the people in their immediate surroundings played an impressive part in the formulation of the friendship between Sula and Nel. When they first met at school, it was as if they were always destined to be friends. Each one complimented the other and it was as if they were two halves of one whole. Like many things in life, they each secretly enjoyed the immediate surroundings of the other. As much as Nel regarded the neatness of her house with dread, Sula felt the house to be comfortable and relished the neatness.

On the same token, Sula disliked the disarray and lack of privacy in her house, but Nel found it to be a welcome change and a taste of real life. Sula and Nel found friendship in each other, because they were both lonely people. When they were young girls, they would go to Edna Finchs Mellow House together to purchase ice cream. The ice cream representing the end of ones life, the real treat was on getting there. They looked forward to the looks and sly comments of the boys as they made their way to the ice cream parlor, and as most girls do, exhibited an air of indifference while secretly relishing in the attention they received.

It was an accident, but like most secrets between friends, it only made the bonds that bind them even stronger. The accidental death of Chicken Little at the hands of Sula had a profound effect on the friendship. Sula had not meant to kill Chicken and Nel knew this, and therefore made the unspoken pact of silence with her. The incident only exemplified the bonds that made two disparate people appear as one. While Sula delved in anguish and Nel in logical thought, they both failed to grieve or feel sorry for the deed that had been committed.

Sula was tougher that Nel in a physical way, but what Nel lacked in physical prowess she made up with sensible cool-headed thinking. When Sula realized that Chicken was drowning her immediate reaction was not to try to save him, but to check her surroundings to glean if anyone had seen what had transpired. The callousness of that act and the fact that even though Nel acted calm about the situation, she did not try to save him also, further demonstrates the effect that each one had on the other. Sula was a mean in many ways because she believed no one loved her except for Nel.

When she overheard her mother say that she liked her, but did not love her it struck a part of her psyche that she was not able to comprehend even though she could feel the hurt and the pain. When her mother committed suicide by self-emollition the emotions that she felt, like the incident with Chicken Little, had nothing to do with grief or loss, but with the experiencing of the event that was transpiring. In all honesty, she may not have loved her mother and she may even have hated her for saying that she did not like her, but at the same time a child, who she was at the time, looks at things in quite a different manner than adults.

Not much is know about them after Sula mothers death, but it appears that their friendship remained strong up to and including the marriage of Nel to Jude Greene. Like best friends, Sula took charge of the wedding arrangements for Nel. She made sure that all was in order and that no matter what happened later on that Nel would enjoy her special day. Although Nel was not bothered about getting married to anyone at that time, the motherly instinct and the need to care for someone in need made her a willing participant. Again, one can clearly see that Nel and Sula are each one side of the same coin.

Sula cared for no one but herself while Nel placed the feelings of others before those pertaining to her. This is also quite evident when Sula returns from college and speaks to Eva, her grandmother, and tells her that she did not want to make anyone else but herself. Sula did not care about having children because it would take away from herself. When Sula slept with Jude, it was a blow to Nel as if Sula had stuck a knife in her back. She could not understand how her best friend would treat her in such a manner and betray her to such an extent. Friendship is based on trust and if you cannot trust your best friends, then whom can you trust.

This new feeling left Nel in a state of flux and bewilderment, since she felt love for Jude and for Sula, but the love for Sula was also coupled with the fact that she liked her. The incident of finding Sula with her husband caused a great rift in the friendship, a rift that Nel felt she could not cross and that Sula felt should not exist. Sula, like always was not sorry for what she had done and in her incapacity to express regret she was unable to deal with the situation. Nel felt that the one person who she felt not only understood her but also loved her unconditionally and would not do anything to hurt her had betrayed her.

Since emotional things did not affect Sula, she did not see any reason why Nel should be affected either. She looked upon the incident with Jude as one of lifes experiences. Jude left Nel and went to live with Sula but because Sula really did not love him and only wanted to experience the situation, the relationship did not last very long. This left Nel alone with three children to provide care for and because she had so much love to share and could not share it with Nel nor Jude she showered it on her kids. Many years after the incident with Sula and Jude that Nel finally decided to re-acquaint herself with Sula.

Not primarily because Sula was sick and dying, but because she needed to know and understand for herself why Sula betrayed her in such a manner. Armed with the information that Sula was sick and may be in need of assistance since no one else in the neighborhood was willing to help her, she visited Sula for the last time. Nevertheless, Sula had not changed, she still considered herself to be above reproach for whatever deeds she committed. Nel finally understood her friend for who she really was and realized that even though she did not like some of her way, she liked the good parts of her enough to forgive the bad.

She is finally able to not only cross the chasm that was created in their friendship by Sulas betrayal but she realized how much she really loved her as a friend, albeit a little too late since Sula was already dead. All in all Sula was a mean self-centered person whose only emotional outlet was in the person of her best friend Nel. They compliment each other in many ways and paint a myriad picture of what true friendship is all about. In friendship, one has to take the good with the bad, and the thick with the thin, and Sula and Nel were the best of friends in that respect.

Plot To Steppenwolf

Steppenwolf opens with a preface by a young businessman, who introduces a sheaf of notes left behind by a lodger in his attic rooms several years before. This young man, the landlady’s nephew, describes the eccentric lodger, Harry Haller, who called himself a Steppenwolf, meaning in German a wolf of the steppes, or plains. The narrator finds this an odd but apt description of the shy, lonely wanderer who revealed little about himself but left a haunting memory.

The preface recounts Harry’s arrival and the narrator’s several encounters with him- on the stairs, at a concert and an art lecture, and in a tavern. He has decided to publish Harry Haller’s records although he can’t say whether the experiences it relates were real or fictitious. Haller’s records, subtitled For Madmen Only, begin with a walk in the dusk after a boring day. The walk takes Harry into an imaginary world by way of a flickering sign, an appearing and disappearing little door in a church wall, and a peddler with a placard advertising, Magic Theater- Entrance Not For Everybody.

The peddler hands Harry a pamphlet and vanishes. in his room again, Harry examines the pamphlet. It is called Treatise on the Steppenwolf and is a second portrait of Harry, a psychological one this time. It analyzes Harry as inwardly half man and half wolf, two selves in constant conflict. It describes Harry’s struggle to be himself, which has resulted only in greater loneliness. It explains to Harry the role of the Steppenwolves- the artists and intellectuals- in middle-class society, and the geniuses who break free and become Immortals.

It tells Harry that his wolf is an oversimplification, that he has not two but hundreds of selves. Some day he may see himself in one of the Immortals’ magic mirrors, or find in one of their magic theaters what he needs to free his soul. Finally the anonymous authors bid Harry good-bye and cheer him on his path toward becoming an Immortal. Harry, again in the first person, compares what the Treatise says of him with a poem he has written about the wolf. He finds them both true and unbearable.

He recalls the successive crises in his life, the despair, and the new self-knowledge he has gained each time at the cost of increased loneliness. He will not go through this again. He will end it, commit suicide. But first, the Magic Theater. After nights of search he finds the peddler, who directs him to a seedy tavern. Here he meets the bar girl Hermine, who introduces him to the prostitute Maria and the jazz musician Pablo. With Hermine as guide, Harry learns to dance and to enjoy sex and the night life of the city.

He joins the revelers at a masked ball. Pablo, as master of ceremonies, invites Harry into the Magic Theater. Here, in a series of dreamlike adventures, Harry fights a war against automobiles, makes love to all the women he has ever loved, commits an imaginary murder, and prepares to be executed. Instead, he is condemned to go on living. Pablo rebukes him for messing up his magic with reality. Harry acknowledges that he will go on trying to face his inner self, and perhaps learn to do better next time.

Les Miserables: Short Review

In his novel, Les Miserables, author Victor Hugo makes a strong statement about society being the cause for evil in man. Les Miserables is based on a poor man, Jean Valjean, who was arrested for stealing a loaf of bread to feed his sister’s starving baby. Valjean is sentenced to 20 years for his crime, and, when he is released, he is shunned for his past, which he has more than paid for. Society turns him out at every turn for his past crime, and will hear no excuses for his deed. With this scenario, Hugo shows the cruelty of a ‘civilized’; world that would cause a man to suffer unending prejudice for stealing a single loaf of bread to feed a small child.

As the ill treatment continues, Valjean becomes more and more bitter toward society. He probably would have been pushed too far, and would have lashed out against his aggressors, if he had not been shown kindness by the church. Valjean was taken in by a kindly Bishop, who fed him and offered him a place to stay. Valjean, however, had already fallen partially from the light of reason and when all the others were asleep he stole the silver dinner ware and fled into the night. This act again can be blamed on society for Valjean, realizing that because of his criminal record he would probably never again be able to obtain a job and support himself, saw stealing the silverware as his only choice.

Had he not been caught and returned to the Bishop, Valjean probably would have been forced into a life of corruption. However, to his surprise, the priest told the police he had made a present of the silver to Valjean. He even gave Valjean the two silver candlesticks he had not taken. When the police left, the Bishop explained his action, saying that with his act of kindness, he had bought Valjean’s soul for god and that Valjean must now live a life of good in return. Valjean was saved from his downward spiral of decay, showing the author Hugo’s high regard for some parts of the Church. However, Valjean continually tried to turn his life around, and although many times it seemed as if he had succeeded, his past and an ignorant society always caught up with him, forcing him to once again flee to rebuild his life.

Hugo also uses the Thenardiers as an example of society’s corruption. They may even be Hugo’s ultimate view of society’s problems. They are a family of despicable thieves and con-artists. They first appear when they agree to take in Cosette, but only so that they can later force Fantine to pay them endless expenses for Cosette’s well-being. Of course, the Thenardiers never intended for any of the money to be used on Cosette. Instead, they spend it on themselves and their own daughters.

The endless bills sent by the Thenardiers become so great, Fantine can barely support herself, because she sends all her money to Cosette. Eventually, the foreman of the factory learns Fantine has a daughter and no husband. Because of the society they live in, he and the other workers believe she must be a whore and she is fired. With no other choice, Fantine must sell herself to make money for her daughter. As the Thenardiers continue to demand more money, the stress becomes too great and Fantine sickens and dies as a result – yet another example of Hugo’s opinion of a sick society.

The Thenardiers next appear conning wealthy families into giving them money with letters of pity. One of their potential victims is Valjean, who had taken Cosette from them years ago. When he brings his donation, which the Thenardiers believe to be too paltry, they attack Valjean, until the police arrive and stop them. Unfortunately, Javert has recognized Valjean and he is once again forced to go into hiding to escape society’s prejudices.

As the story continues, Thenardier continues to appear and cause trouble for all around him. He organizes a small unsuccessful gang to murder Valjean. After their failing, Thenardier goes into hiding. He next appears in the sewers and charges Valjean, who is carrying a half dead Marius, to unlock the gate. Thenardier would surely have left them to die, however he did not recognize Valjean or Marius, both being covered in filth. Eventually, he did realize who he had seen and went immediately to Marius’s house to make one final attempt to ruin Valjean. Fortunately, his plan back-fired and he only succeeded in improving Marius’s opinion of Valjean.

Hugo created a more than adequate window into his view of society’s problems with Les Miserables. He showed how a civilized society can in many ways be very uncivilized. To show his beliefs, he uses the example of Jean Valjean, a man condemned to a life of running and hiding from the accusations of society, all for stealing a single loaf of bread to feed a starving child. Despite turning his life around and doing whatever he could to help those in need, he was still forced to run and hide whenever his past was discovered. He had been branded evil by society and nothing he did could ever change that.

Hugo then introduced us to a family that represented everything wrong with society, the Thenardiers. They exemplified the greed, deceit, uncaring, and corruption of society, constantly doing harm to those around them. Hugo does not, however, believe that society is all-encumbering, for he does allow Valjean to die happy. If one is strong enough in will and desire, one can defeat society’s corruption. Unfortunately, in Hugo’s view, few possess that strength.

Turgenev’s Fathers and Sons

Fathers and Sons is a story about differences and conflicts, differences in how people think, new vs. old and the conflict that having different views can cause. The story begins with Nikolai Kirsanov and his servant Piotr who are awaiting the arrival of Arkady, Nikolai’s son, who has just graduated from collage and is returning home for a visit. Arkady arrives with a friend that he introduces as Bazarov, Nikolai is pleased to meet the friend of his son and all four begin to head back to Nikolai’s farm that he calls Marino. Arkady and his father get into a separate coach than Bazarov.

On the ride back the father and son begin to talk about how the farm has changed since he’s been gone, and also warns him of the fact that he is living with a servant, which is usually considered inappropriate. We then begin to see Arkadys new way of thinking first show because he shows himself as being unimpressed and not caring and assures his father that their quest Bazarov doesn’t care either. At the arrival to Marino they are met by Prokofitch who is described as a simpering old servant. Arkady is then met by his uncle Pavel, Pavel shakes hands with Arkady but abruptly puts his hand away when he is greeting Bazarov. We can see from the actions of Pavel that he immediately doesn’t like Bazarov.

After Arkady and Bazarov leave to go to their rooms, Pavel begins to ask about the “hairy creature” that is visiting with Arkady, and Bazarov begins to mock Pavel by comments his European demeanor and finds him “terribly affected for someone living so far out in the country”(ch4). Arkady and his father are also having problems at this time, Nikolai tells Arkady of his relationship with Fenichka, Arkady responds with saying that “You know my philosophy of life, and I would hardly want to interfere with your life or your happiness”(ch5). Nikolai can tell that his son has changed and he does not know how to accept these new ideas and is thrown in to confusion by them.

This is the start of a conflict between the two. In the mean time while Bazarov is out catching frogs and Pavel ask Arkady about his friend and is told that he is a Nihilist, Arkady explains that a nihilist is a person who “examines everything from a critical point of view, a person who does not bow down to authorities, who doesn’t accept any principle on faith, no matter how hollowed and how venerated the principle is.”(ch5). Pavel is the extreme opposite and believes that without principles it is impossible to exist. When Bazarov comes back in, a conflict escalates between the two when he is greeted as “Mr.Nihilist”(6) by Pavel.

The argument between the two is a result of their different views. When the two are alone Bazarov makes several comments about Pavel, Arkady defends Pavel by demanding that Pavels life story deserves some sympathy, he then tells the story of Pavels life. Bazarov listens to the story about Pavel and remarks that “a person who stakes his whole life on the card of a womans love, then withers and sinks to the point of becoming incapable of anything when that card is trumped, isn’t a man, isn’t a male.”(7) Bazarov’s statement is important because we see that at the end of the story his own beliefs are dismissed for the love of Madame Odintsova.

After a few more run in’s with Pavel and with Arkady and his father not being able to see things on the same basis, since Nikolai can’t understand Arkadys views even when reading them, the two boys decide to leave Marino and visit Arkady’s uncle Matvei Kolyazin, who invites them to a ball. This is where they meet Viktor Sitnikov an old acquaintance of Bazarov’s. At the ball is Odintsova, a woman who has very liberal views. Arkady talks to Odintsova through out most of the ball and begins to believe that he is in love with her. but she shows no interest in Arkady and wants to know more about his friend Bazarov. When she finds out that he is a nihilist she wants to meet him since she never met “someone who has the courage not to believe in anything”(15).

Arkady agrees to call upon Madame Odintsova at her hotel. At the hotel we see that Bazarov is embarrassed in the presence of her and is bothered that he is in the presence of someone who has a personality as strong as his and tries to cover it up by saying derogatory remarks about her to Arkady after they have left, being invited to meet her at her home. Two days later they arrive at the home of Madame Odintsova, where she lives with her aunt and sister. The sister is a shy girl of about eighteen and the aunt is a noblewoman. Madame Odintsova suggest to Bazarov that they argue about something and sends Arkady to play the piano with her sister.

Arkady enjoys hearing her play the piano, something a real nihilist would’nt do. The two spend about two weeks at the house before Bazarov surprises Madame Odintsova by announcing that he will soon be leaving. By this time Bazarov believes that he is in love with her and claims to her that only there is only one thing that could keep him from leaving and that it is something he could never have and admits to her that he is “madly and foolishly”(18) in love with her, and rushes from the room. This is a important point in the story for Bazarov since he once ridiculed Pavel for the same such actions, he now finds himself a victim of the same passions.

The two leave Madame Odintsovas together on separate coaches, Bazarov is heading to his parents house and Arkady is heading to Marino, but the two join back and head together to Bazarov’s parents where they are happy to see him after such a long time. But because of his failed relationship with Madame Odintsova Bazarov is miserable at home and is bored, and the relationship between the two friends is deteriorating. At one point on an argument about whether a man should have any principles or not, the argument gets out of hand and later Bazarov instigates the fight again by insulting Arkadys uncle Pavel. Bazarov gets so upset that he threatens to quarrel “to the death, to annihilation.” (21) .

Bazarov is so miserable and bored that he decides in only a few days that he wants to go back to Marino to get some work done. On the way to Marino they wind up at the Madames but this time only stay the day. They both return to Marino, but Arkady decides to return back to Nikolskoe, not to see the Madame but to see Katya. While Arkady is gone a conflict arise between Pavel and Bararov, when he is caught kissing Fenichka. Pavel speaks to Bazarov and suggest that their should be a duel. Bazarov accepts and later laughs at the idea. Before Bazarov would have never have accepted the duel since it is against the beliefs of a nihilist.

To duel for ones honor is the height of romanticism. The two duel and Pavel is injured and instead of finishing Pavel off he runs over to help him. This is kind of ironic since earlier at Bazarovs parents house Bazarov wanted a duel and would kill, but know he is unwilling to. It is also willing to note that Bazarov had to compete in something romantic and against his beliefs and in Pavels world before Pavel could notice any worthy quality in him. When Bazarov arrives at Nikolskoe the relationship between the two friends is pretty much over. Bazarov tells his friend that “A romantic would say that I feel our paths are beginning to divide, but I would simply say that we have grown tired of each other.

In the garden the next day Arkady confesses his love for Katya and finds out that she also loves him. In the story it’s obvious to note that gardens play a romantic role. Nicolai went their to remember his wife, Bazarov kissed Fenishka and walked with Madame Odintsova in a garden, and Arkady know pronounces his love for Katya in the garden. Back at Bazarov’s parents home Bazarov is doing some careless work and contracts a fatal disease. He realizes that he will soon die and sends a note off to Odintsova. A extremely romantic role for a Nihilist. As long as he is conscious he refuses his last rights and thus remains true to his beliefs, but comforts his father by reminding him that the last rights can be given to an unconscious man.

Bazarov gives into romanticism when he begins to tell the Madame how beautiful she is and as he becomes delirious, says things that contradict his earlier views. And admits that there are certain types of men that are needed in Russia and, he is not one of them. The story follows a certain path of conflict in that Bazarov who was a Nihilist who believed in nothing and believed that romanticism was nonsense, was turned around and in the end suffered the same conflict Pavel went through in life, the love of a woman he could’nt have and the feelings of love so great that it helped destroy him.

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson: Book Review

All children can relate in someway to Katherine Patersons Newberry Medal-winning childrens novel, Bridge to Terabithia. The characters are realistic people who could be ones next door neighbors. From the shy and demure Jess to the vivacious and carefree Leslie, every kid can relate to one of the characters in this novel. The themes in this novel vary as much as the characters. Bridge to Terabithia is a good coming-of-age book that captures our imaginations and our hearts.

Bridge to Terabithia is a story about a lonely boy, Jess Aarons, who grows up in a house where he is the only boy surrounded by four sisters and his mother. His father is there but always gone either working or looking for work. His greatest hope is to become the fastest runner in the fifth grade. All summer long he practices running but on the first day of school, he gets beat by the new girl, Leslie Burke. At first, she repels him. However, they soon become inseparable.

Leslie and Jess are complete opposites. Jess is scared of a lot but Leslie is fearless. Leslie has imagination and inspiration and Jess envies that. Leslies family has money and gets along. Jess family is always scraping by and nearly dysfunctional. But nonetheless, they become best friends. In the woods, they create Terabithia, their own secret kingdom where they rule together. Leslie and Terabithia change Jess. He becomes a stronger person, less afraid of the world. But one cruel morning, tragedy strikes and Leslie dies. Jess must come to grips with her death and the world. Except now he has to do it alone.

Symbolism is a literary element that stands out most in this novel. Patterson uses symbolism so well in this story. The title itself symbolizes Leslie. In chapter seven, Jess thoughts bring this symbol to light.

Jess tried going to Terabithia alone, but it was no good. It needed Leslie to make the magic. He was afraid he would destroy everything by trying to force the magic on his own, when it was plain that the magic was reluctant to come for him.(65)

We see this a second time in chapter eleven. The only way to enter Terabithia was to swing from the hanging rope, which was their bridge. Leslie died because the rope broke, causing her to fall and hit her head before landing in the stream, causing her to drown. The broken rope symbolizes the end of Leslie, hence the end of Jess Terabithia. The hanging rope was the only way to enter Terabithia but for Jess, the only reason Terabithia was magical was Leslie. His entrance to Terabithia is gone. For Jess, Terabithia symbolizes everything good in his life. It is an escape from his dismal homelife and an escape from his chores, and escape from the kids at school. Terabithia is also the only place where Jess is unafraid and brave.

For Jess, Terabithia became a place where all of his fears in reality are defeated in fantasy. Janice Avery, one of the major antagonists in the story, is converted from a schoolyard bully to an imaginary giant in Terabithia. Chapter 5 opens by saying Leslie liked to make up stories about the giants that threatened the peace of Terabithia, but they both knew that the real giant in their lives was Janice Avery. (48)

The plot of the story is episodic. Each chapter contains its own dilemma. The plots range from chapter to chapter. In chapter two, Leslie is the antagonist who defeats Jess in the race, but in chapter five, Leslie is the protagonist, along with Jess, defeating the giants who are threatening Terabithia. Although Jess view of Leslie change, she remains a round, but static character. Her personality throughout the story remains essentially the same, but it is Jess who changes and is the dynamic character.

Patterson also makes great use of foreshadowing, most notably in chapter eight. Jess, Leslie, May Belle, and Joyce Ann are sitting in the back of the pickup truck waiting for the rest of the Owens to leave the church when Leslie proclaims that she does not completely believe in the Bible. An alarmed May Belle asks But Leslie. What if you die? Whats going to happen to you if you die?(85) We also see foreshadowing from Leslie herself in chapter nine. During a heavy rain spell, Jess and Leslie go to Terabithia and Leslie says Methinks some evil being has put a curse on our beloved kingdomFor of a truth I perceive that this is no ordinary rain that is falling upon our kingdom. (90-91) Little do they know that this is no ordinary rain indeed for this is the last time Jess and Leslie ever go to Terabithia together again.

The themes of this story range from coping with death to overcoming obstacles and fears. Death in itself is obviously an obstacle and Leslies death is the hardest obstacle Jess has ever had to overcome. But in dealing with Leslies death, Jess realizes how much strength and courage he has gained from Leslie had given him. Leslie and Terabithia were essential for Jess to evolve into the character he is at the end of the story. They were essential for him to overcome his fears of water and the schoolyard bullies, and he realizes that he doesnt need Leslie to protect him anymore and he does not need to take refuge in Terabithia because he can face his obstacles.

He thought about it all day, how before Leslie came, he had been a nothing-a stupidIt was Leslie who had taken him from the cow pasture into Terabithia and turned him into a king. Now it occurred to him that perhaps Terabithia was like a castle where you came to be knighted. After you stayed awhile and grew strong you had to move on. (126)

In the end, Jess builds a bridge to Terabithia and takes May Belle there and he becomes to May Belle who Leslie was for him. Jess does not need Leslie to enter Terabithia because although Leslie is gone, Terabithia will remain and live on with May Belle. There are a lot of children out there like Jess who are alone and scared and they just need to find their own Terabithia to give them courage to face the antagonists of their world. That is why Bridge to Terabithia is an excellent book for young readers. It gives them hope that they can face their world too.

Herman Melville’s Bartleby the Scrivener

Herman Melville’s “Bartleby the Scrivener” has characters that are very interesting to the intuitive reader. One character in particular is the narrator who seems to change though the story. The narrator is an interesting man who is difficult to completely understand. The narrator’s thoughts seem unclear even to himself.

The narrator seems to have a sincere wish to help Bartleby in whatever way he can. His sincerity, though, is questionable. Every time the narrator tries to assist Bartleby, he seems to do it only to gratify himself. After the narrator informs Bartleby that the office must be vacated, he says to himself, “As I walked home in a pensive mood, my vanity got the better of my pity.”(473) The narrator is glad to have gotten rid of Bartleby, but only it seems, because he gave Bartleby money. This quasi-sincerity does seem to take a turn, however, towards the end of the story.

After all the trivial attempts to help Bartleby, the narrator seems to have an instant of true feeling for Bartleby. After moving, and being rid of Bartleby, someone comes to him on Bartleby’s behalf. The narrator goes to the prison to check on Bartleby only because he cares and knows that nobody else does. He knows that if he does not check on Bartleby’s well-being, no one will. This shows that he is truly beginning to care. This man, the narrator, is also a very weak willed man.

He seems to put up with nearly everything. He tolerates the tempers of both Turkey and Nippers day after day. Both these men appear to be alcoholics, as for instance, when Turkey returns from lunch he is not able to write without blotting the paper. When the narrator suggests that one of the scriveners work only half a day, he refuses. And so, the narrator allows the behavior to continue. Also, when Bartleby first starts work, the narrator says that he placed him behind a screen so that he, “Might entirely isolate Bartleby from my sight, though not to remove him from my voice.”(462)

This wall served no real purpose other than to set himself apart from the scriveners, that is, to make himself feel more important. Also, when the narrator asked Bartleby to do something, Bartleby said simply that he, “would prefer not to.”(463) The narrator allowed this behavior and offered no discipline. Bartleby did whatever he felt like doing. Again later, Bartleby quit working altogether. The narrator allows this and Bartleby ends up just living in the office. Bartleby’s previous job also held some important symbolism. Bartleby worked in the dead letter’s office. Dead letters, of course, never reach their destination; they just exist without any real purpose, much like Bartleby did.

Even the title of this story is well thought out; Bartleby the Scrivener, A Story of Wall Street. On Wall Street, there is no room for caring. Everyone goes on with their business without noticing the people around them. There is no room for individuality; the prevailing attitude seems to be one in which those who cannot exist alone must get out. Bartleby is an example of a person in this environment who simply could not exist normally. So, of course, he was just cast away, alone to survive with whatever affliction he suffered of . I also liked the story because it was told as if the events really occurred.

Even when the narrator talks about his office, he leaves out the numbers, as if to maintain some confidentiality. He says, “My chambers were upstairs at No. – Wall Street.”(457) This imagery attempt of not disclosing the exact address gives the reader the notion that the events really occurred at some specific place, when in fact, none of it actually did. In conclusion, I feel the narrator; in the beginning of the story, only helps Bartleby to stop any guilt that he might be having. Later in the story though, his need to help Bartleby changes to wanting to help him.

Lean on Me Story

East Side High School was labeled a “cauldron of violence. ” After they were designated this harsh term, Joe Clark becomes the head principal and changes it all around – or does he? Lean on Me is a story of hope, development, love, hate, and dependence. As a father figure and friend, Clark’s strict disciplining and harsh attitude helps heal, strengthen, and bring to life a struggling high school in New Jersey. But is this plot just a story for the movie screen? Did the true story really happen like this and end like this?

Lean on Me might be moving and powerful, but we must look deeper into the real personality of Joe Clark and how he treated others. “Crazy” Joe Clark does not get his name from out of the blue. He is violent, angry, and set in his own ways and beliefs. His wife that left him and the one friend that he has are all reflective signs of his horrendous behavior. He walks around the school with a baseball bat, rather than a clipboard or briefcase. The fear that he “earns” is more prevalent than the respect that the students and teachers have for him. He likes to be known as “HNIC” – the “head nigger in charge.

His absurd manners are strongly disliked by his fellow colleagues. He insults teachers in front of students and fires them when they do not comply with his harsh rules. The first disturbing aspect of this movie is Joe Clark’s personality; although he changes around the school, he does it in a bizarre and vicious manner. Another bizarre aspect of the movie is how the director, —, portrays East Side High. After there is a time change from the 60s to the 80s, East Side transforms from a nice, well-kept, and clean school to a graffiti filled, prison-like, school that resembles an alleyway, not a high school.

There are fights in the hallway and the bathrooms every time class lets out. Drug dealers are let in by other students to exchange money and drugs. East Side is portrayed as a rundown and scary – to say the least – learning institution. For one person, let alone a group of people, to turn it around in under a year, like Joe Clark does, is unimaginable and almost impossible. The school song is an important symbol throughout the movie. It is metaphoric of the change that East Side undergoes. As they tune up the song, they tune up the school. The song goes from a piece of garbage, to a song that is sung in harmony and tune by the students.

Something Strange Happens Every Day

A man, Bob Johnson, leans on a cold, concrete pillar, silently waiting for the train to take him to work. He waits as he has waited for the past seven years of his monotonous, somewhat mechanical existence. He glances calmly at his wristwatch; thirty-seven minutes past eight o’ clock in the morning. “Damn,” he thinks to himself. “Oh well, they’ll have to let me off,” he mumbles to himself, “it’s the first time I’ve been late in the seven years I’ve worked there. ” So, Bob slowly makes his way to the edge of the platform so as to get a good seat on the train. Around him, people mill around waiting for the same train Bob waits for.

Directly behind him, a fat woman sits on a wooden bench holding her designer label bag in her lap, close to her chest. She is obviously very self-conscious and she glances around nervously. Nearby the fat lady, three African-American guys, aged around 20, dressed in ridiculously oversized clothing, listen to a rap song on a portable stereo. To his left, a businessman and his associate stand underneath a train schedule board discussing some important topic. Near him stands a group of Japanese tourists, looking at a half-folded map, trying to figure out the best route to arrive at their destination.

Two of them are in a heated argument, speaking very quickly in Japanese. Bob then catches a glimpse of a crowd of school kids heading towards the platform with their chaperones; they are going on a day-trip to the Natural History Museum. While Bob is lost in his silent study of the Human-Being, the advance warning lights lined along the edge of the platform where there is a six foot drop to the train tracks, warning people that the train will arrive in just a few moments. Everybody hears the high-pitched squeal of metal wheels on metal rails, and a sudden rush of air against his face from the fast moving train brings Bob back to his senses.

At this moment everyone waiting for the train; the fat lady, the “homeboys,” the business associates, the tourists and the school group, in amongst a slew of other interesting people; begin crowding the platform where Bob calmly waits to go to work. In all the rushing, panic, and pushing of people, Bob Johnson, who was waiting calmly to get onto the train, somehow gets jostled by the wave of people and topples over. He falls straight into the middle of the tracks. Chaos. Somebody screams, everybody looks, everybody screams, everybody runs. Bedlam takes over; no one knows quite exactly what to do.

Bob, after what seems like an eternity, pushes himself slightly off the ground and spits some blood to the gravel floor. Looking straight at the ground, still gathering his senses, he is abruptly hit with a state of shock and confusion. He hears the growing screeching noise of the trains breaks. He looks up and to his right and sees the train’s lights and bulking mass, bearing down on him. At the moment just before impact, and Bob’s almost-apparent death, some ones muscular hand grabs him by his arm and pulls him off the path of his surefire demise, leaving only Bob’s briefcase to be torn apart by the quick-moving train.

Every single last muscle in Bob Johnson’s body aches and he can’t stop himself from shaking. All he feels is adrenalin pumping through his mind, and his body. He finally gains his senses back, and sits up impulsively, and looks around. A feeling of relief floods through him where the adrenalin once did before. It was only a dream. He is now in the comfort of his own bed, he looks over on his bedside stand, at his alarm clock, it is five o’ clock in the morning and the sounds of a city gearing up and preparing for a long day fill his head. He gets up and starts his morning routine.

He takes a nice refreshing shower, and eats some almost-burnt toast and drinks a glass of orange juice, just as he has showered and eaten breakfast for the past seven years of his monotonous life. As he is getting dressed into his work clothes, he feels a strange aching sensation in his neck, as if he had pulled a neck muscle, or pinched a nerve. At the same time, he has a sore throat and his voice is very raspy. He coughs loudly and thinks nothing of it. All he can think about is the incredibly lifelike dream that he had, so he decides to call his mother just to say hello and to take his mind of the odd dream.

He picks up the phone and dials in the ten digit number, he is taken aback by the cold, machine-like voice of a recording, “The number you have dialed has been disconnected, please hang up, and try the number again. ” He instead tries another number. And another one, and another one. It’s all the same; they’ve all been disconnected. Finally he decides that the phone lines must be down, or his apartment was disconnected for not paying their bills, and he walks out his door. The moment he closes his apartment door behind him, everything goes silent.

No cars, no people, no birds singing, no anything. “Peculiar,” he thinks to himself, “people should be out by now, where is everybody? ” Bob walks down the cold, concrete stairs, and everything just gets darker and darker until he finally reaches the floor of the parking garage. At this level, it is pitch black and he can’t see anything, but he decides that along with the phone lines, there must be a power failure. He slowly and cautiously makes his way to where he parks his car. Suddenly, Bob finds himself on the ground with his briefcase by his side.

He looks behind him and convinces himself he tripped on something in the dark. He slowly pushes himself up off the ground only to be startled by a car coming straight at him with its headlights on full beam, he hears the screeching of breaks, almost like metal on metal. As the car hits him, the headlights completely engulf him and he feels a moment of disconnectedness and a feeling of incorporeal like he is no longer in his body. Bob Johnson’s body lay twitching on the subway tracks as the train came to a screeching halt. He had been decapitated.

The Fairy Tale: The symbolism of the apple

In the story The Fairy Tale a prostitute named Miss Noi lives in Saigon, Vietnam. She begins by asking the difference between up on and upon and is told that they have the same meaning. She beginnings telling the her story which she refers to as her fairy tale with the words once upon a time. In her story she has sex with any men from the American army. Miss Noi enjoys fruit but apples are in Saigon. As the GIs come to sleep with her they bring her apples.

The GIs give her fruit as they come to sleep with and she receives pleasure and happiness from eating the apples. She enjoys the apples because this is something rare to her. The fruit can be taken as lust we are not supposed to indulge in. She meets an American man and falls in love. He promises to marry and wants to bring her America. She thought she would become a housewife with a toaster machine and a vacuum cleaner. When she comes her dreams are not fulfilled, she and the man break up.

She goes back to prostituting dancing in a bar in New Orleans on Bourbon Street. In New Orleans, she can buy and eat all the apples that she wants, the taste of an apple no longer becomes special to her. The indulgence that was once rare now has become sickening to her. One night, while dancing in the bar she meets a man. She notices that he is a nice man because he does that refer in any negative way as most men in the club. He calls her beautiful and asks her if she wants a drink. The man, Mr. Fontenot, tells her that he was in the army served in Saigon.

The talk for a while about Saigon and later that night they have sex. Before they have sex, she begins to think about the comparison between men and apples. She has slept with many men and it is like eating too many apples. You take a bite now and you can make yourself remember that apples are sweet, but it is like the apple in your mouth is not even there. You eat too many apples and all you can do is remember them. She has slept with so many men that she can no longer remember the men, just like the apples.

She remembers that apples are good but not a single apple by its self. . The next time, he comes and visits her at the club. He brings an apple but he would not go in the bar to see her. The last time, he comes in a suit and tie and wants to marry Miss Noi. In the end the story tale ends happily, she goes off to live with him in Thibodaux, Louisiana. She gets to be the housewife that she wanted to be with the toaster machine. She never eats an apple unless he gives it to her. Thus the apple represents the love and happiness she has found with her husband.

Interpretive Analysis of Abe Kobos The Red Cocoon

Generally speaking, the purpose of most forms of artistic expression such as literary art, music, or art itself is a mode by which the author can express him/herself with. They use their respective skills and/or interests to convey feelings or thoughts on any given topic. Short fiction is by no means exempt from this. Many writers use their literary skills to express dreams, aspirations, opinions, or even political viewpoints. In order to make a dertermination of a probable origin for a story, research into the authors life and beliefs most likely will prove benefical.

With this in mind, Abe Kobos story The Red Cocoon seems to be a prime example of an author expressing his political viewpoints and his personal conflicts with society through literature. Given this, researching his life and political stance might help to support or negate such an assumption. The Red Cocoon begins with a man walking down a street discussing with himself the problem of not having a house to go home to. The narrator, who is also the main character, jumps abruptly from topic to topic throughout the story, but this reoccuring theme of the lack of a house seems to be a central idea.

As the narrator comtemplates, he wonders if he has just forgotten his house and proceeds to knock on the door of a random house to find out if this is what has happened. After he has explained his plight to the woman who answers the door, he begins arguing with her over having proof that it is not his house. Shortly thereafter, the narrator begins to ponder wether or not things such as concrete pipes or park benches are his house. Deciding that they are on their way to belonging to someone or that they belong to everyone and not just one person, he begins to wonder if anything exsists that belongs to no one.

At the end of the story, he finds that one of his legs begins to unwind into a silk thread and wrap him up in a cocoon. Abe Kobos story is quite abstract and seems to have little meaning. In fact, that is just the opposite. After reading some information about Abe Kobo, the story seems to take on a new meaning. Abe Kobo is considered to be one of the leading authors during the post-WWII era of Japanese history. Many of his works use what was then radical artistic methods of literature (Abe Kobo). In his early childhood, Abe was living in Manchuria which was occupied by the Japanese at the time.

Being born in Japan, altough Abe felt strong ties to the chinese, he was left feeling like an outsider and rejected by both societes. After the war, Abe became more and more antinationalist and was interested in marxism and communism. Soon, he even joined the Japanese Communist Party (Abe Kobo). He was quite involved in political issues at this time and many of his early writings preceding the early 60s deal with his issues about society says Clerk and Seigal in Modern Literatures of the Non-Western World (136). With this information about Abe Kobo, an interpretation of The Red Cocoon emerges with heavy political and social tones.

The narators central problem of attempting to find out why he does not have a house seems to point to not only Abes feelings of isolation during his childhood, but also his socialist political viewpoints at the time. The Red Cocoon was written in 1949, a period of Abes life when he was a strong political activist (Clerk and Seigal, 136). Utopian marxist or communist views on society center around a flat heirarchial structure where no one is more powerful or of a higher class than any other. The property of the country is reffered to as property of everyone and ownership is somewhat denounced in the strictist forms of the political stance.

Abes character in The Red Cocoon seems to be having problems with ownership of houses and other pieces of property. The question is asked, Even if it isnt mine, cant there be just one thing that doesnt belong to anyone? This question appears to have socialist undertones as if one were in support of everything being everyones. A strange yet interesting parralism is with Samuel Becketts character in Watt. The character has a very hard time dealing with the issue of time and is isolated because of that problem. Similarly, Abes character is isolated because of his lack of understanding possesions.

As stated before, this situation with the main character also points back to Abes feelings of isolation during his childhood. It seems that Abe is showing a part of himself through his character; both Abe and his character feel somewhat rejected and not quite fitting in. Even with women it seems since the narrator is coldly rejected by a woman and states, … the woman turns her face into a wall and shuts the window. Thats the true form of a womans smiling face. Possibly, Abe had also been rejected by a woman over some matter and his conveying his feelings about that in this statement.

The end of the story appears to me to be more complex and intricate than the rest of the story. I have a difficult time determining what is meant by the narrator being unwound and wrapped in a cocoon other than the narrators complete isolation from the rest of the world. I have inclinations to believe, though that there are politcal issues that are underlying this part of the story, but Im unsure exactly what. What is somewhat obvious, though is that Abe is attempting to show how these issues that he has brought up, such as possessions, isolation of an individual, etc. an cause one to isolate themselves to the point of becoming fearful of contact with others or even death.

Also, it leads me to believe that Abe is stating that the only way he feels at home at all is to be by himself, an obivious branch off his problems growing up. The last line of the story is of some interest, however. Here, the narrator has been completely enveloped in the cocoon and his whole body has been unwound and incorporated into the cocoon itself. A policeman comes by and sees the cocoon lying on railroad tracks and picks it up. The policeman takes the cocoon and places it in his sons toy box.

Earlier in the story, the policeman had showed up in a small role to forcefully remove the narrator from a park bench. Keeping in mind that the story possibly has a motivated political opinion built in, it is likely that the policeman represents the government of power. So, it appears that the government Abe is talking about has lead to the isolation of Abe and contributed to his feelings of neglect. The last circumstance of the cocoon being placed in the toy box quite possibly means that the government has not taken the movement of Abes politcal party seriously and has considered it a joke.

Abes story is full of symbolism and underlying meaning in my view. It is very interesting that he write such an intricate and abstract piece of literature and still get a message across. As in the case of many works of art, a little knowledge of the originator will very likely be of some help in detereming the meaning of the work as well as the motives they had for producing it. Art, in all forms, is an extension of the self and knowing a little bit about someone else will help you in understanding them and their work.

Creative Story: Everything Ends

Jennifer stopped running through the forest after doing so for what seemed like eternity. She had no idea where she was, why she was here, or who was chasing her. All she knew was that running for so long of a time made her very hungry. Desperately, she looked around for something to eat, and her eyes settled on a tall apple tree. Jennifer picked a couple and ate them as she leaned against a maple tree while watching mother nature take its course. She could see the sun was setting through the bright red leaves of the forest trees.

It was a cold October evening – so cold that she could see the white puffs of steam coming out of her mouth. Soon it would be nighttime. That meant that the temperature would fall so dramatically that she might get hypothermia. Thus, she gathered up numerous dead brown leaves among the forest floor and pushed them all over her body as she lay down on the cold black dirt. Jennifer became worried that “the man” or one of his “best friends” would find her. What would she do? She began searching for something sharp – like a twig or a stone.

Her hand enclosed on a smooth metal oval-shaped rock. Then, she remembered that it was a swiss army knife which she stole from the house as she made her escape. After shrugging off practicing how to use the knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it. Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her survival instinct. She began to become indifferent to her anxieties and needs. Finally, the silent sinister hand of sleep had stricken her. She dreamed about the past; how she got here. She relived all the major milestones that happened in her life.

She dreamt that when she was in high chool, her mother got into a car accident and died, in October. She dreamt her father exploding and being constantly angry, in October. She dreamt of after not being able to deal with her father, dropping out of school, in October. She dreamt of running away from home, in October. She dreamt of the termination of her career as a lounge singer after being signed by a major record company, in October. She dreamt of her first album staying at the number one slot for eight weeks, after being released in October.

After she became such a big star, Jennifer decided to make up with her ather. She went to her former home frequently to visit her father. Unfortunately, her father was sick. Diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in October, Jennifer’s father had no ideal who this adult woman who continuously showed up at his house. Jennifer loved her father, and wished that she hadn’t run away. But she loved singing and making music even more. After all, she was the new rock sensation; often compared in popularity as the Beatles of her generation. Nobody could get enough of her, especially the old brown Chevrolet.

Everywhere she went, a brown Chevrolet followed her. When she went on tour, a brown Chevrolet followed her bus. When she went to visit her father, a brown Chevrolet followed her. After months of this happening, Jennifer started worring that someone bad might happen to her. Then, she never saw the old brown car again. A couple of days later, she went to visit her father, as she did every Thursday night. After pounding on the door continuously, her father opened it and invited her in. Jennifer sat down on the couch as her father started to speak to her. “Who are you and what do you want?

I know why you’re hear. You’ve come o rob me. ” “No! It’s me Dad. Remember, Jennifer. Your only daughter,” she replied. “How can I have a daughter? I don’t even have a wife. Get away from me! I’ll call the cops. ” “I swear I’m your daughter. Dad, settle down. I brought you a present. ” Jennifer cried. “I don’t want your present. It’s probably a bomb. ” He ran to the kitchen and got out a vegetable cleaver. “Don’t make me use this, ” He shouted, “Just drop the bomb and we’ll take care of you. ” “What are you talking about? Who is ‘We’? ” “Everything’s going to be fine. Just drop the bomb.

This policeman will ook after you. ” Her father continued. “What police officer? ” Jennifer screamed. “Who else is here? ” A man in a police outfit walked out from behind the bathroom door with a gun in his hand. He pointed the barrel at her and said, “Move and I’ll shoot. Come with me. ” He motioned her to walk to the garage. As she walked, Jennifer saw an old brown Chevrolet parked in there. The man then blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed Jennifer. The last thing she felt was a piece of cold metal hiting her head. She dreamt of awaking in a bedroom with the man opening her door.

She reamt about the man throwing hisself on top of her. She dreamt of her hand grasping a TV Remote and she smacked it across the man’s head. She dreamt about the loud crunching sound as alarm clock met head. She dreamt about running down the stairs and finding the door. She dreamt that she took a swiss army knife as she bolted out the door. She dreamt about running forever. Jennifer awoke to the sound of a dog barking. Looking into the distance, she saw a black doberman chasing after her. Jennifer’s first instinct was to run. Unfortunately, her legs locked up. Her second instinct was to fight.

After remembering the swiss army knife, Jennifer reached into her pocket, took it out, and opened the blade. Meanwhile, the doberman stopped about four feet in front of her. Both man and animal were waiting for the first attack. Animal was first, and Jennifer felt her skin open up as the dog bit her. Man was second, and the dog whimpered for a second as Jennifer leapt forward and dug the knife right into the dogs eye. She stood up triumphantly, and as she did this, she felt something bite her chest. Jennifer looked down and saw blood spurting out of her chest.

After glancing up and seeing the man with the gun fifty feet away, Jennifer lost the capacity to stand and so she fell to the ground. Then, the man walked up to her and said, “Did you actually think that you could escape me? You should have killed me when you had the chance. ” He looked around at the forest and then said, “Don’t you love October? Everything ends. The birds fly south and party all night long in Miami. The animals are getting ready to sleep through the long cold night. Even I feel like I have to end things. ” He then pointed the barrel at Jennifer.

Lean on Me, a story of hope, development, love, hate, and dependence

East Side High School was labeled a “cauldron of violence. ” After they were designated this harsh term, Joe Clark becomes the head principal and changes it all around or does he? Lean on Me is a story of hope, development, love, hate, and dependence. As a father figure and friend, Clarks strict disciplining and harsh attitude helps heal, strengthen, and bring to life a struggling high school in New Jersey. But is this plot just a story for the movie screen? Did the true story really happen like this and end like this?

Lean on Me might be moving and powerful, but we must look deeper into the real personality of Joe Clark and how he treated others. “Crazy” Joe Clark does not get his name from out of the blue. He is violent, angry, and set in his own ways and beliefs. His wife that left him and the one friend that he has are all reflective signs of his horrendous behavior. He walks around the school with a baseball bat, rather than a clipboard or briefcase. The fear that he “earns” is more prevalent than the respect that the students and teachers have for him. He likes to be known as “HNIC” the “head nigger in charge.

His absurd manners are strongly disliked by his fellow colleagues. He insults teachers in front of students and fires them when they do not comply with his harsh rules. The first disturbing aspect of this movie is Joe Clarks personality; although he changes around the school, he does it in a bizarre and vicious manner. Another bizarre aspect of the movie is how the director, —, portrays East Side High. After there is a time change from the 60s to the 80s, East Side transforms from a nice, well-kept, and clean school to a graffiti filled, prison-like, school that resembles an alleyway, not a high school.

There are fights in the hallway and the bathrooms every time class lets out. Drug dealers are let in by other students to exchange money and drugs. East Side is portrayed as a rundown and scary to say the least learning institution. For one person, let alone a group of people, to turn it around in under a year, like Joe Clark does, is unimaginable and almost impossible. The school song is an important symbol throughout the movie. It is metaphoric of the change that East Side undergoes. As they tune up the song, they tune up the school. The song goes from a piece of garbage, to a song that is sung in harmony and tune by the students.

Palm Wine, a story of an anthropologist named Bertrand

“Palm Wine” is a story of an anthropologist named Bertrand that traveled to Senegal on a graduate fellowship to collect proverbs from its people (McKnight 35). The miscommunication, lack of understanding, and appreciation for the people of Senegal caused alienation between them and Bertrand. I believe that if Bertrand went to Senegal with an absorbent mind frame and stuck to his academic responsibilities, he would have fulfilled his purpose and came out of this journey with a new found respect and some proverbs.

The language barrier between Omar, Bertrand and Doudou caused indifference between them. I notice that when you don’t like a certain person you tend to tune them out and only pick up a portion of what is being stated. Even though Omar’s “English was relatively poor” it was clear that Bertrand “didn’t really like him” (McKnight 36). Doudou felt offended to be studied like rats in a laboratory without being asked. He and his people felt disrespected and felt as if people of Bertrand’s profession “steal from them” (McKnight 40).

In a sense, I think they mean that they steal their culture by writing in books what they perceive and not what the culture of traditions are really about. Bertrand was already behind “because of a lengthy bout of malaria” (McKnight 35). Knowing this, he should have been more prepared and geared up to collect the Wolof proverbs. He was caught up in this idea and desire to acquire this palm wine. A yearn that he obtained from reading “The Palm-Wine Drunkard in college” (McKnight 35).

Bertrand knew that his intentions on getting a hold of some proverbs were low on the list compared to getting some palm wine. He stated, “I took my pad, pencils, and tape recorder along, knowing I wasn’t going to use them” (McKnight 35). I feel that Bertrand did look at anthropology as being “the study of primitive cultures”(McKnight 39). He didn’t appreciate it as a culture rich in tradition but as a place yet to be civilized.

He wasn’t taking in the people and their customs and way of life; he only wanted what they could offer that could calm his thirst which was the palm wine. Once he attained the palm wine and realized that this wine that the Drinkard “soujourns through many cruel and horrifying worlds to in order in try to retrieve” (McKnight 35) is an “acquired taste” (McKnight 39). Doudou witnesses Bertrand’s wince to this highly unpleasant taste and feels the he does not appreciate what has been given to him.

I think at this point, if not any other, Doudou shows Bertrand no more respect. This story is to teach appreciation of ones’ own culture before one came learn to appreciate another. Bertrand missed out on the meaning of the rituals, folklore, and rich culture of the people of Senegal. When Bertrand said that he was “recovering what was lost” he offended these people of this institution and even myself (McKnight 40). I feel that you can not recover something that is not lost. These people are thriving and alive with tradition.

Memoirs of a Mountain High

It was the summer of 94 when I took a Wilderness Leadership Semester from the Colorado Outward Bound School . Needless to say that it was the most emotional, challenging, and rewarding experience that I have had in all of my 19 ears of existence. One week spent running the Upper Green River in westernColorado and northern Utah. Through The Gates of the Ladour Canyon and Dinosaur National Monument, we floated to end where the Green meets the Colorado River just beyond Echo Canyon. The high desert canyons echoed with rapids ovarious classes; Hells Half Mile and Disaster Falls were the most memorable.

Upon completion we headed to climbing camp in Wyoming at a place called Vedauwoo (va-da- vu). Two weeks of vigorous climbing these granite towers left many scars both physically and emotionally for this rock was indeed as sharp as knives. Somehow no matter hard climbed; even if successful, this rock always seemed to have the last say. By this time a month had passed and I was very grateful to have that one shower on the way to the Gore Range in Colorado. This section of the course was by far the most demanding, the mountaineering section.

Stepping off the bus in Frisco, Colorado we looked back nowing that we were not to see civilization for at least a month. There were 8 men and women in my group from all over the country. Each one had a unique personality not knowing that we would all become closer to each other than family, possibly being dependent during life threatening situations which we experienced on many occasions. This in itself could be another long story. By the end of this section we were required to do what they call a solo.

In addition to rest up for the 15 mile marathon and finals, (a week of travel) this was also used for reflecting on our experiences. The solo was for three days. During these three days e were all to be separated about a quarter to half mile apart, alone. All of our flashlights, candles, and watches were taken away along with any books which were left at base camp. All we were allowed to take was our clothes, a tarp(not a tent) which wasn’t but 5ft by 2ft, a water bottle, a pencil, paper, and our iodine to purify the water.

I also want to note that we had the choice to fast or take a survival pack which consisted of a few crackers and raisins. I wanted the full experience so I chose to fast. This was a trip in itself, no food for three days. My spot on this solo was at around 12000 ft, the highest of my group. he only water I had was from an alpine stream which dried up on me the first day, after searching for a while I did find another stream. The first day it rained all day, the next was clear, I didn’t do much… just thought allot.

I have never been this long without seeing or talking to another person,not even pictures… everything I had was in my mind. No toys… no material possessions….. no problems…. just me…. at this time I felt the true essence of the wilderness and everything that is so sacred to me, It is much too difficult to explain, I didn’t feel human in some respect, truly a wild creature…. ossibly like a wolf….. this is where I thought of Of the Wolf, every goal I stated on this solo has come true so far. There is much, much more to the story but due to time I will condense it.

On the second day it was rather warm so I decided to wash my clothes in the stream, yes I spent the whole day naked, clothes… as natural as one can get…. of course I didn’t think much of it because I was far from any other living creature. Not much lives that high. While my clothes were drying I sat naked on a rock…. the view was incredible…. absolutely stunning…… and I wrote….. A crack in the glass and I’m thinking…. Alone in the field and I’m sinking, Soaking in breeze on a rock and I’m hypnotized, the world inside me Cranking the weight off of my mind… esting the strength of a fine line Relative thoughts… no control… become justified, the world defied me Tasting the sweat off of my lips… feeding my soul with the suns kiss laughing out loud I’m remembering everything… foolishly sighing Now I’m lost inside these words that speak so loudly in my head Honestly I’ll take the vow to cut these chains off of my wrist This freedom feels just like a bird soaring onto a higher plain Overcome my fear of falling…. standing on my feet again.

Jurassic Park Essay

Jurassic Park is divided into seven sections, each with a quote from Ian Malcolm. He was a mathematician who specialized in the field called chaos theory, which based itself mainly on nonlinear equations. The first section follows the paths of several scenes, where in each one, there is evidence pointing to the appearance of dinosaurs. One of these scenes included in the very beginning, where a man was flown in to a doctor with mortal wounds surrounding his body.

One of his last words was “raptor”, which meant “bird of prey. Another was when a young girl was bit by a so alled lizard, but the lizard fit closely to the description of a dinosaur. The second section ties in with the first one, but now the reader is presented with scientific evidence of living dinosaurs. Here the reader is given a little insight of the background to the situation, as Bob Morris, part of the EPA, reveals information that InGen had three Cray XMP’s shipped to Costa Rica, which were very powerful supercomputers, and 24 Hoods, which were automated gene sequencers.

Later on, the carcass of a dinosaur, which was found near the sight where the young girl was bit, was ent to a lab to be examined, and it was identified as a Procompsognathus, thought to be extinct for millions of years. The scientists who witnessed the evidence, Ellie Sattler and Alan Grant, both foremost in the fields of paleontology, were soon requested to fly down to a private island off of Costa Rica by John Hammond, founder of InGen. A little later on in the second section, the story unfolds somewhat, when the scene shifts to a meeting of the Biosyn Corporation of Cupertino, where they explain that InGen was cloning dinosaurs.

The Biosyn company then hires Lewis Dodgson, n scientists who worked at InGen, to help them steal dinosaur embryo’s for them. He starts off toward Costa Rica as Ellie and Grant arrive in Jurassic Park, and get their first glimpses of the dinosaurs. The third section begins with Ellie and Grant about to tour the park. They are joined by two children, the grandchildren of Hammond, Tim and Lex Murphy. Tim was only eleven but he knew a lot about dinosaurs because he was very interested in them.

The small group is first taken on a tour through the main building of the park by Mr. Regis, head of Public Relations. Here is when Regis explains the process in which the dinosaurs here able to be cloned. He explained that to obtain full strands of dinosaur DNA, they extracted the blood from ancient insects, hoping to find biting insects which still had dinosaur DNA within them. Regis then takes them to a room where the Cray super computers are busily working, repairing broken DNA segments. Then they arrive in the fertilization room, and then the hatchery. Later, they are taken to the control room, where almost all the park functions could be maintained.

The main computer sustained accurate numbers and locations of all the dinosaurs in the park, motion etectors where set up throughout the park, and video cameras. So it was virtually a foolproof system. After leaving the control room, the visitors climb aboard Toyota Land Cruisers, which acted as the mode of transportation throughout the park. They move along the park, looking at Dilophosaurus, Triceratops, and the ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex. Everything was going all as planned, but as Ian Malcolm had predicted, things started to go wrong.

First, back at control, they did scans around the park and found out that the dinosaurs were breeding, something they were genetically not able to do. Next, Alan, and the kids saw that a group of raptors, fierce predators, were about to board a ship headed toward the mainland. But at that exact time it began to rain and Dennis Nedry, hired by Lewis Dodgson to steal the embryo’s, shut down the main power to the main computer. This started a chain reaction that escalated to the And so begins the fourth section of the novel. When Nedry had shut off the main computer, all the electricity in the park went down as well.

This was bad timing, because Alan, and the kids were trapped in the Land Cruisers right next to the T-Rex pin. And because the electricity was out, he fences all around the park were not electric, which allowed the animals to get free. And this meant bad news for Alan and the group since they knew that the Tyrannasaurus could get out at any time. Soon enough, it got out of the pin and knocked over both of the Land Cruisers, injuring everyone but luckily it didn’t kill anyone. Back at control, Dr. Wu, head of genetics, was trying to start the main computer back up again, but was unable to crack the code that Nedry had put in.

In the forest, Alan was fortunate to find Lex and Tim, and they discovered a small feed building here they decided to stay until morning. Dr. Wu finally cracked the code and had the computer back on-line again. But then things went wrong again. They had reset the main computer to access the phone lines but in doing so, they failed to realize that after that, it began to run the park off of auxiliary power. Back in the forest, Alan and the kids had found a raft, and began to float down a river toward control. Now the fifth section begins as Alan is floating down the river, trying to escape from the T-Rex, who was still trying to get at them.

Luckily the escaped it two times. They had floated down to a waterfall and had escaped behind it when the T-Rex found them. It had a hold of Tim in his tongue when it dropped into unconsciousness because of a tranquilizer dart fired at it more than a hour ago. Now back at control, they had just began to realize that they park was run off of auxiliary power. What they needed to do to raise the main power back on-line was to go into the back building where the switch was. Unfortunately, the raptors had gotten loose, and were wrecking havoc all around.

Already two people were killed when the Alan and the kids arrive in the lobby of the control station where they found out that the raptors had trapped them in the building, and were biting through the steel bars, able to get them in less than 15 minutes. But Alan had a plan, and was able to get to the main power switch and turn it back on. Meanwhile, Ellie and Wu were trying to provide distraction for Allan, when one of the raptors killed Wu. Ellie escaped barely and Lex and Tim had a adventure of there own while they waited for Allan to get back. They were waiting in the kitchen when Tim saw a raptor in the darkness hrough his night goggles.

He fortunately was calm, and he devised a plan that trapped the raptor in the freezer. Lex and Tim ran upstairs toward control only to find it abandoned. They arrived right after Allan was able to turn the main power back on. Now Tim had the great task of figuring out how to get the security back on-line. Suddenly, the raptors jumped up into the control room. Alan arrived with the kids though, and killed off three of them by using deadly toxins stored in the labs.

They arrived back in control just in time to turn on the security and redirect the boat going The final section dealt with the destruction and final outcome of the island. Ellie and Allan went off to search for the breeding grounds of the dinosaurs. They had arrived at the breeding place of the raptors and discovered that they wanted to migrate, when they were taken away by helicopter and the island was destroyed behind them. And so ends the novel, with an optimistic view of some dinosaurs in the jungles. Jurassic Park starts off with a brief history ofbiotechnology, and first introduces the International GeneticTechnologies, Inc. , known in the story as InGen.

The mysteries of the Cauldron of Cerridwen of Cerridwen

The many mysteries and complexities of the religion of Wicca originate from the Celts, the druids of Britain and the mysteries of the Cauldron of Cerridwen of Cerridwen and teachings of the transformation hidden in the story of Taliesin. The oldest know European Wiccan practices actually originate form the ancient regions in and around Mesopotamia, Egypt, Greece and Italy. In most any case this culture predates the Celtic tradition by at least a thousand years. In the Celtic lands the druids taught what they called ” Mystery tradition”, which was a blend of indigenous belief and foreign influences.

Many people today believe that the druid cult was the surviving remnant of an earlier Indo-European priesthood, where the practices originate, Old European is a region encompassing Italy and Greece and also reaching into Czechoslovakia, southern Poland and the western Ukraine. These places are considered to be where the foundation of the ancient Wiccan mysteries were created. The history of the believers in this religion when in the middle of the first century BC the Celts were caught between the expansion of the Roman Empire along the Rhine and Danube and the Germanic invaders form the south.

By the end of the century the Celts had lost their command on the continent and were later held by the Romans who moved on to invade and Britain, eventually their culture was transformed by centuries of roman occupation and the Roman Catholic Church. The ancient pagan traditions were driven into an underground society where they survived within the old religion of Wicca. The history of the old religion goes back as far as the hunter-gathers emergence into an agricultural community. The root of Wicca as an religion date back as far as the Ice Age, when the human were painting and arving pictures on cave walls.

When the hunter-gather, forest-dwelling humans began to emerge into an agriculture society they brought with them the “Ancient Deity” forms of the wilderness. The Stag-Horned God of the forest was transformed into the Goat-God of the pasture. The God of the forest then becomes the God of the harvest. The early ancestors of Wiccans’ worshipped the great Goddess, who is personified as the mysteries of women. As the Great Goddess, she reflected the mysterious and powerful nature of women to bleed for days without growing weak and to give birth to another human being.

Not only was this power a mystery to early men, it was also a mystery to women themselves. Out of the need to understand these abilities, the women isolated themselves from men and formed female societies. When the word “Wicca” first became known to the public, it was used to refer to the old pre-Christian European religion. The meaning today has changed to fit the view of the Neo-Pagan and New Age concepts. In reality Wicca is a nature religion concentrating on the energies that flowed over the earth.

Legend tells us that great Gods who watched over their followers during the daily course of food athering and preparation and delivered them safely from the fall of humankind. 1484, was the persecution stage of the witches which turned into an uncontrollable epidemic. In the first year 41 people were killed and burned in Como, Italy. In 1510, 140 witches were burned at Brescia and 300 more at Como, Italy 3 years later. At Valcanoia 70 people were burned and the inquisitor claimed to have another 5,000 under suspension Germany saw over 6,000 executions and northern figure about 50,000.

In England, 1951, the last of the laws against witchcraft were repealed by parliament, soon after a revival of the cult arose n the Great British. During the 1950’s and 60’s Wicca grew and expanded parts of Europe and into the United States and Australia. Many Wiccan and Neo-Pagans magazines were established, there for creating a network for the Pagan community. Two of the earliest most successful periodicals were “Green Egg” and Circle Network News ” which are still important publications today. “The Wiccan Pagan Press Alliance (WPPA)” now servers as a network and support system for writers and magazines in the Pagan community.

The basic teachings of the old Wiccan ways are based on the ways of nature and umankind’s understanding of spirituality as revealed in the sense of a healthy community. The philosophy teaches common courtesy and respect for others so that the essence of our spirituality can be discovered. All different forms of life are respected, and everything is of equal importance. The only difference is things are on different levels of evolution, but in the same sense humans are no more important than animals nor are animals more important than plants and so on. The religion considers life to be life, no matter what physical form it may be.

Wiccans believe in a “live and let live, non-violent philosophy and end to be tolerant of the beliefs the life styles of others. ” In the ancient teachings, they teach us that the human body contains zones of energy. These zones can be applied and accessed in order to generate personal power towards a “magical goal. ” The watchers are a concept common to most Wiccan Traditions although they are viewed differently by the different systems within Wicca. The most known form of the “Watchers” is the Elemental Rulers. The watcher are also called the “Grigori”, mostly by the Tanarric witches of Italy who are also know as the star witches.

The early tellar cults of Mesopotamia there were four “Royal” stars know as lords, which was also called the watchers, each one of these “ruled” over one of the four cardinal points common to astrology. Towers as a form of worship was constructed bearing the symbols of the watchers, and their symbols were set upon the towers for the purpose of evocation. These towers were called ziggurats and were said to have been 270 feet high. During the “Rites of calling” the watcher’s symbols are traced in the air using torches or ritual wands and the secret names of the watchers are called out.

This type of pirituality creates a higher vibration within the soul, allowing the soul to escape the pull back into physical matter. Out of all that Wiccans perceiving the order of the physical world, there arises a basic code of conduct:

1. If no one is harmed by your action (either physical, emotionally or spiritually), then do as you will to do in life, in accordance with your higher self. Seek your identity and your purpose. 2. When someone dos something good for you then repay the kindness by doing something good for another person, so that the seed that was planted will bear fruit. 3. Keep your word and your oaths, when you give hem. 4. Do not kill anything, except when food or protection is required. 5. Acknowledge and give due reverence to your gods, observing all of the sacred times and festivals.

6. Do not belittle no one’s beliefs, but simply offer what it is you believe to be true. 7. Strive to live in peace with those that differ with you. 8. Strive to be aware of those around you and seek compassion within yourself. 9. Be true to your own understanding and strive to turn away from what is opposed within you. 10. Helping others according to their need and according to your ability to give of yourself.

1. Respect nature and strive to live in harmony with her. Because much of the ancient Celtic beliefs and practices have been lost due to roman and Germanic conquest, it is difficult to say with certainty what they truly were. Fortunately we do know a great deal historically about those cultures with which the Celts had prolonged contact. By comparing those beliefs that have been passed on to us in the Wiccan religion with those relating to foreign ones that we can historically document, it is possible to make good case for the antiquity and validity of Wiccan claims to actual ancient practices and beliefs.

The meat-packing industry

The family knows all the dirty secrets of the meat-packing industry. The most spoiled of meats becomes sausage. All manner of dishonesty exists in the selling diseased, rotten, and adulterated meat to American households. The working members of the family fall into a silent stupor due to the grinding poverty and misery of their lives. Ona and Jurgis grow apart. Jurgis begins to drink heavily. He delivers himself from full-blown alcoholism through force of will, but the desire to drink always torments him. Antanas suffers all manner of childhood illnesses, but the measles attacks him with fury.

However, he reaches is first birthday owing to his strong constitution despite the privations under which his family suffers. He is perpetually malnourished like the rest of Packingtown. Ona, pregnant again, develops a bad cough and suffers increasingly frequent bouts of hysterical crying. Winter arrives again, and with it comes the grueling rush season. Fifteen and sixteen hour workdays are frequent. Twice, Ona does not return home at night. She explains that the snow drifts kept her away, so she stayed with a friend. Jurgis discovers that she lied about staying with her friend.

He wrangles a confession out of her. Sobbing hysterically, Ona confesses that, Connor, a boss at her factory continually harassed her and pleaded with her to become his mistress. Eventually, he raped her in the factory after everyone had gone home. He threatened to arrange the firings of every wage earner in her household. Moreover, he threatened to prevent them from obtaining work in Packingtown ever again. With these threats, he forced her into accompanying him to Miss Henderson’s brothel in the evenings for the past two months. The recent snowstorms prevented Ona from returning home twice.

Jurgis storms to Ona’s workplace. It takes more than a half dozen men subdue him before he can choke the life out of Connor. Jurgis is arrested and taken to jail where old men and boys, hardened criminals and petty criminals, innocent men and guilty men share the same squalid quarters. Jurgis’s trial date is set, and his bond is three hundred dollars. Jurgis spends the Christmas holidays in jail, worrying about his family. While Jurgis awaits his trial, he becomes friends with his cell mate, Jack Duane. Jack claims to be an educated man from the East.

His father committed suicide after his business failed. Jack claims that a big ompany later cheated him out of a lucrative invention. After his misfortunes, Jack became a safe-breaker. Before his trial, Jack gives Jurgis his mistress’s address and encourages him to seek his help should the need arise. Jurgis’s trial is a farce. Kotrina and Teta Elzbieta attend it. Connor and several witnesses testify that Conner fired Ona fairly, and Jurgis attacked him for revenge. Jurgis tells his side of the story through an interpreter, but the judge is not sympathetic.

He sentences Jurgis to thirty days in prison. Jurgis begs for clemency because his family will starve, but the judge remains firm. In Bridewell, Jurgis and the other prisoners spend the greater portion of their time breaking stone. He writes a postcard to his family to let them know where he is. Ten days later Stanislovas visits to tell him that he, Ona, Marija, and Teta Elzbieta have all lost their jobs. They are unable to pay rent or buy food. Marija is suffering blood poisoning because she cut her hand at work. Ona lies in bed, crying all day. Teta Elzbieta’s sausage factory shut down.

Stanislovas lost his job after a snowstorm prevented him from going to work for three days. No one can obtain other jobs because they are too sick and weak and because Conner is scheming to prevent them. Stanislovas asks if Jurgis can help them. Jurgis has no more than fourteen cents to give. Kotrina, Stanislovas, and the children earn money selling papers. Their only other income comes through begging. Commentary Packingtown is full of predators. Connor, empowered through his criminal connections, violates the marriage bond between Jurgis and Ona. No individual really has the power to fight for themselves.

Marija tried to fight for her full wages only to be fired. Ona cannot afford to reject Connor’s advances because he has the power to ruin her family. The wage laborer is systematically crippled and silenced by the power structure enabled by capitalism. Jurgis’s attack on Connor would be perfectly justified according to the values of the American reading public. A man has violated his wife against her will. However, judges are bought and sold by men with power and money, so Jurgis spends thirty-three days in jail for his attack. Sinclair clearly means to charge capitalism with perverting the American justice system.

The judge ares little that his ruling means the difference between starvation and security, albeit precarious, for an entire family. Sinclair also charges capitalism with being anti- Christian. Christianity was and still is a strong social force in American culture. Jurgis spends the Christmas holidays separated from his family. Moreover, his time in jail leads to their eviction from their home. Sinclair means to portray capitalism as a threat to fundamental American values again. The family suffers a slew of misfortunes following Jurgis’s imprisonment. This clearly marks the family’s inevitable descent into run.

Despite all of their best efforts to provide greater opportunities to the next generation, no sacrifice by the older one is enough. The odds are stacked too high against them. All of the able- bodied children have to work after Jurgis’s imprisonment. Even that provides them with barely enough income to survive. Marija has suffered an injury that may eventually require the amputation of her hand. Stanislovas’s hands are already damaged by frostbite. Everywhere in Packingtown, there are wage laborers who suffer from some form of permanent disfigurement directly and indirectly related to their work.

In a sense, the prevalence of these disfiguring injuries is a metaphor for butchery of human bodies. Human beings are butchered in the service of profit-making as well as the animals. Hard work, family values, self-reliance, and self- motivated action do absolutely nothing to provide the means for social advancement. The wage laborers that populate The Jungle are moved inevitably towards ruin and abuse by forces beyond their control. Capitalism is a forces as inevitable and careless as nature. It picks off unfortunate individuals as carelessly as cold weather, disease, and heat exhaustion.

Coming of age in the Holocaust

Elli, her mother and all of the prisoners they meet all have to undergo numerous physical and psychological hardships when they are forced into the concentration camps. They are treated like cattle on their way to the slaughterhouse when they are taken from their houses to the ghetto, then to the synagogue, and eventually to Auschwitz, the death camp. The majority of suffering that was inflicted on Elli and her associates was physically inflicted, this was in the various forms of: beatings, rapes, murders, hard labor, and also subjective forms such as being exposed to diseases.

The Germans also toyed with different ploys to beat the Jews, such as sterilization. This is demonstrated in Chapter Twenty in the book, they hear the rumor circulating that the Germans are putting “Bromide” in the prisoners food. The prisoners are provided no forms of personal hygiene such as showers, except the one they receive when they enter and leave the camp, other than that they are given no forms of washing or grooming. Their toilet facilities are non-existent, and instead they have to balance precariously over a pit that is never emptied of the stagnant waste that remains inside.

They receive no protection from the sun in summer and because of this they develop numerous blisters and scars all over their bodies. In one part of the story Elli gets a chance to see what she looks like and she is shocked at her appearance, because she hadnt for so long. She claims she looks like a clown because of the blisters on the sides of her face, also she says her hair looks like thorns protruding from her head instead of hair. Likewise, in the winter they are given little protection from the elements, in the barracks they are only given two blankets per five people, one to lay on and the other to cover themselves with.

Being exposed to the kind of horror that Elli was, you can expect her to have many problems. She has to witness people being shot, beaten, executed, demoralised, tortured, and tormented. Many times it is her who is the victim in these scenarios, such as in Chapter Twenty-seven when Elli tries to protect her mother from being beaten by the female guard. Elli loses all common sense at this point and lets her emotions take over her, and as her punishment she is savagely beaten by the guard as well. After witnessing so much death, pain, and suffering Elli would have been scarred for life.

We see a classic example of this when we meet “Felicia the Blockalteste. ” The Germans that killed her family tormented her and later she started to work for them. She was trying to get some blood redemption by being so harsh to the Jewish prisoners, even though she was Jewish herself. In the death camps, as well as much physical abuse, they were also the victims of constant moral abuse. For example, the male guards were always calling them “Blode Lumpen” which means “Idiotic Whores”, also “Blode Schweine” meaning “Idiotic Swine”, finally to “Blode Hunde” meaning “Idiotic Dogs”.

They found the latter the easiest to cope with, although none of them ever did much for their confidence or self-esteem, which was probably the intended effect. If the prisoners had no spirit the Germans would have the best chance of keeping them under control, and the last thought on the prisoners minds would be trying to revolt or escape. As the prisoners go through the whole ordeal they are continuously deprived of space and identity. First of all they are moved into the ghetto, the synagogue, and finally the camps.

At the start families are forced to live in just two rooms, then the space of one room in the synagogue, and then the space of each other when they are travelling in the cattle-wagons. Later in the camps they are given space but this time it is not their space, because they are always being watched and observed. They are never given the chance to socialise (even though they do) and they are hardly even living a life- just a monotonous cycle of work, sleep, eat (If thats what you want to call it)- they are turned into robots and not humans with emotions and feelings.

They shave the girls heads so they all look the same, or look like men for example, and give them all the same dresses so no-one is individual, everyone is the same. They are like bodies without souls. They have all their books burnt in the ghetto and this is the start of the Germans plan to totally nullify the Jewish existence. Another instance when the prisoners were psychologically abused was when they were taken to work in the factory and the workers thought that they were men. This must have been tragic for the prisoners because they would feel like they have lost their identity and even their sexual status.

The suffering they had to experience in this period was immense, some people did not cope with it too well and these people passed away. Others trying to speak out against the wrongs of the Germans, and these people died as well. But a select few decided to blend in the crowd and try not to be noticed, not complain about work load, not crumble under psychological stress, and not give up. These people fortunately survived, not unscathed, but survived none the less and that is the most important thing.

The characters in American Beauty

One often reads a book or watches a movie and finds a specific meaning behind the whole story, a moral. After watching American Beauty it is easy to see a resemblance in the characters to that of Paradise Lost. In this way you could say that by reading Paradise Lost the characters in American Beauty could have related and changed the way they handled their situations. In particular, Lester Burnham could have saved his life if he had only read Paradise Lost.

Today society is constructed around the notion that happiness is found through material success: a rewarding big-money job, a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, a fancy car, and a great spouse. American Beauty’s Lester Burnham, on the surface, seems to have it all. In reality he is rapidly beginning to realize that his lifestyle has left him without a soul. Burnham is an advertising writer who finds his job unbearable, his wife frigid, his teenage daughter a stranger, his life in general intolerable.

While masturbating in the shower one morning, Lester declares this event to be as good as it gets all day. So he takes a fall. Lester Burnham complicates his life further when he becomes infatuated with his daughter’s best friend. After seeing this young girl at a basketball game, Lester succumbs to his delusion of a new and improved life. What he does not realize is that his motivation for this change is superficial, rather than earnest. Lester quits his job, gets a job in a fast food drive-through, buys drugs from his neighbor’s son, and buys a sports car he has wanted for years.

Lester’s reaction to his unhappy life causes dismay to the lives of those around him, which ultimately causes his death. All of this may have been avoided if he had only read and understood the central themes of Paradise Lost. One of the most obvious connections to Paradise Lost is Lester Burnham’s resemblance to Satan. Lester realizes that he is miserable, and begins to question the direction his life is taking. After a while, Lester’s judgement becomes clouded and all hell breaks loose. The way he handles his situation is based on irrationality and poor judgement.

Lester starts to think with his naughty bits instead of using reason, completely ignoring the fact that he is acting like an immature child. All of his actions can be compared to the way that Satan acts in Paradise Lost. Like Lester, Satan questions his actions and becomes angry about choices he made. After a while he realizes that he must make the best of his situation and “make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven” (PL. I. 255). Thinking like this can be a good thing if used in the right manner.

Satan accepts this epistemology as a means to take revenge on God, which, in effect, ends up condemning him to Hell for all of eternity. Lester starts to think in a similar way; but instead of improving his situation, he recreates his life based on a fantasy. One of the major themes in Paradise Lost focuses on the question: Where is Paradise? Paradise is not a physical thing that one can touch or see. It is found within ones self. The paradise that Adam and Eve find is their togetherness, “Imparadised in one another’s arms” (PL. IV. 506).

In order for someone to find their paradise they must look inside themselves and figure out what they really want in life. Lester Burnham did not do this until it was too late; and the paradise he discovers remained exterior. He based his early life on material possession and eventually realizes that was not what he wanted. So what does he do? He attempts to relive his teen years and in doing so affects those around him; consequently killing him. If Lester had known that he could find a paradise in himself, he could have lead a different life: one that was his own paradise.

The main purpose of Paradise Lost is to portrait the fall of man as a deplorable, yet faith-reaffirming event. The fall of man begins with the fall of Satan. Satan rebels against God, falls, then decides to seek revenge by destroying mankind. The consequence of his fall is very horrid and terrifying. The fall brings him darkness, sorrow, and a Hell that will be within him forever. The fall of Adam and Eve brings with it death, sin, pain, suffering, etc. into the world. The fall of mankind seems to be the death of everything perfect.

It introduces death and pain to the world, but it also unveils the chance for redemption. In a sense, Lester falls in American Beauty. At first he lives a life which would be considered acceptable to society: a normal job, a normal family. But as he becomes tired of his normal life, Lester becomes an outcast to society. Through knowing the consequences of the falls in Paradise Lost, Lester could have saved himself from his mid life crisis by realizing that such a fall could end up disastrous.

The Hero In A Legend

A legend is a story that has probable historical roots but has been told and retold, embellished and personalized to the individual and their culture. The hero in a legend is generally larger than life. Legends are often narrative and present a theme or problem that was central to the development of the time period. Heroic tradition is , simply stated, the ages old pattern of story that begins with a hero in unusual circumstances, the search or quest, the transformation of the Hero and a resolution.

The stories are told in spiral sequence, one aspect leads to the next until the resolution brings the reader back to another unusual beginning. Beowulf, an epic poem of Old English origins, and the Poem of the Cid, an eleventh-century epic poem from Spain, are both considered legends from the oral tradition that mirror the developmental stages of their culture. The two main components that define their status as legends are the existence of a Hero with a quest and a theme that revolves around the stage of development of the cultural system. Beowulf is one of the earliest renditions of the heroic tradition.

Probably set in 8th century England, it tells the tale of the classic Hero: Beowulf. It is a graphic combination of the principles of history and legend. The method of presentation – alliterative verse and Anglo-Saxon epic poem – is reflective of the native folklore and traditional patterns of thinking. The iconography includes symbols derived from historical, legendary, pagan, mythological and Christian traditions. To the modern reader, it is a classic tale of a hero in conflict with supernatural monsters of evil where the resolution merely precedes yet another quest.

The historical aspects of Beowulf have been mostly conjectured from historical records and other literature of the time. The study of such ancient texts is a window into the past that provides clues as to the social and cultural habits of the people of the time. It is important to consider that the author holds some control as a consequence of literary license and personal biases. As is true of all legends, both Beowulf and El Cid are works of fiction due to embellishments based on earlier traditions or folklore. Both are biased toward the patriotic perceptions of the author.

Beowulf is a classic legend from Old English whose central historical theme seems to be the transition from Roman law to a feudalistic societal structure. The Poem of the Cid also qualifies as a legend and the theme is the warrior creed of a later stage in the development of feudal society: honor of a vassal toward a Lord. Though Beowulf contains elements of this theme as well, it is more concerned with the process of melding the old with the new. Many of the attributes of a warrior, such as honor in battle and in death, are traceable to the Roman ethical beliefs.

The bulk of the characters are drawn from a warrior class and many of the believes they exhibit are easily interpreted as precursors to the Authurian principles of the Ulster Cycle and later English Legends. Even though mostly limited to the upper classes, both poems give a fair picture of a feudal society. The scenes of battle are balanced with the scenes of everyday life in a way that allows the reader to garner at least a semblance of the overall cultural aspects. The oral tradition was a necessity because of widespread illiteracy in the pre-printing press periods.

The poetry that was heard or sung was the only means of perpetuating historical information. It told the stories of the warriors of the times, the heroes of the people in a way that was meant to captivate and entertain the audience. Then, as now, the audience was interested in the stories of warriors on a quest for something noble. By definition, an epic poem is an extended narrative about war. In Beowulf, the Hero’s quest is the confrontation and conquering of three mythical, seemingly supernatural antagonists: the monstrous Grendel, Grendel’s monstrous mother, and, finally, a dragon.

The supernatural element may have been an addition for entertainment value and, or, a connection with the myths of the Romans. Cid’s quest is the attainment of lands and riches for both his Lord and his vassals. The element of mythical trials is absent more as a sign of the development of the Christian ethos than a missing component to legend status. Both Beowulf and El Cid are powerful, but wholly human warriors who use the weapons of choice of the era: knife, sword, shield and armor in personalized battle. They are the epitome of the warrior; brave, honorable, noble and kind.

These two aspects, the mythical battles and the historical battles, define the two sections of the poem and Beowulf’s life. The first aspect, the mythical type conflicts, help to define Beowulf as the hero in the world of the supernatural, or religious world. The story can be seen as representing the battle between the retreating Romans and the encroachment of Christianity, with the aboriginal Pagan ideals hiding in the background. The monsters are the ‘cultural’ demons of the time and, as such, contain pieces of all the components.

The fact that Grendal is female and that the second monster is her mother is indicative of the goddess culture that had been a viable part of the pre-Christian reality. Beowulf, himself represents the conquering Christian doctrine, who overcomes both the mother aspects of the Goddess and the mythical beliefs of the Romans. Hygelac, as the feudal lord is representative of the rule of the Church as it wins over the common man, gains his trust and loyalty and eventually affords him the opportunity to attain a ruling place of his own.

This interpretation is very biased in Christianity’s favor, albeit the church itself compelled the changes in the traditions and cultural rites of the people as they gained ascendancy over the prior belief systems. The second part of the narrative includes Beowulf’s battle with the dragon and then his death after a long and reputable life. This sequence can be interpreted as the graphic depiction of an acceptance of societal values after a personal battle with one’s “inner dragons”. The Poem of the Cid does not have the conflict between the old and the emerging cultural values.

The conflict in El Cid is between the Spanish and the Moors. It is seen as more of a protection of the current values from invading cultures than as a transition. The relationship between El Cid and his Lord, Alfonso is the central story line. El Cid begins his quest as an exile in need of proving his worthiness to his Lord. At this stage of development for the feudal system vassals of a lord often have vassals of their own, defining them as Lords on their own. His primary role, however is as vassal and champion for Alfonso. All of the narrative motifs have a valid place in the cultural context of it’s authors and audiences.

The legend has a history of being very influential. The heroic tale and legend is used as a means to perpetuate and validate what the society has deemed as admirable virtues. It is important to the development of the person, and a society, to have models of ethical behavior in which to emulate and aspire to. Both Beowulf and El Cid fulfill the requirements for a tale of heroic proportions and in the heroic tradition. The element of historical validity imbues them with the attributes associated with classic legend. The compelling nature of the story makes it immanently entertaining.

Never Trust A Man Who Wears Sunglasses At Night

Vlad was dressed in his usual outfit of black denim jeans, black silk shirt and sunglasses even though it was 12:00 am, well after dark. He had one thought on his mind, make the meeting on time. As he walked, he recalled the circumstances leading up to his midnight stroll. He had been contacted in the usual way. When he woke up that morning, he had seen a yellow chalk mark across the road on an adjacent building. It would seem someone had need of his specialized services. He certainly hoped so because money was tight at the moment. The yellow mark meant that he had a otential customer and should meet him/her in Central Park at 2:00 am.

He was already moving two hours early… always get to the meeting first. Always be sure the area is safe. Always be sure its a customer you’re meeting and not the police. He made his way towards the meeting place, stopping only twice. Once, to kick a stray cat he saw walking in front of him. Once, to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the hands of a wino, take a few swallows and throw the bottle away. He finished his initial search of Central Park and found nothing unusual. he completed his second earch of the area, again finding nothing out of the ordinary. Now the waiting began.

Vlad was experienced in waiting, one had to be in this profession. exactly a black car rolls into the park. Punctual, Vlad thought, a good sign. Vlad watched as two men emerged from the front seat. Both men had large bulges under their arms. High caliber handguns Vlad thought, very nice, very efficient, very professional. The two man walked to the side of the car, one surveying the area, the other slowly opened the rear passenger door. A tall man in an expensive suit, Brooks Brothers, if Vlad wasn’t mistaken, and Vlad rarely was. The man appeared calm as he began his wait.

At 2:15 Vlad emerged from his hiding place to “greet” his visitors. No one heard him approach. When he appeared the two men reached for their weapons, Vlad was faster. By the time the two men’s hands were just reaching into their jackets, Vlad had already drawn, and was aiming his own revolver at them. Laughing, Vlad said “come on boys, no need for those”. Addressing the man in the well dressed suit, he said, “why don’t you ask your friends to take a walk? The well dressed man smiled, waved his and, dismissing his bodyguards and said, “they said you were the best”!

Vlad replied “that’s what I’m paid for”. “Ah yes speaking of being paid”, the man reached into his pocket for something, Vlad could barely restrain himself from blowing the man away, but he thought that would be bad for business. The well dressed man’s hand emerged from his jacket holding a fat, white, unmarked envelope. He tossed the envelope. Vlad caught it deftly in one hand, still keeping his gun trained on the man in front of him. Vlad opened the envelope and saw two large bundles of hundred dollar bills. Also included, was a scrap of paper with a name scribbled on it.

The man was watching Vlad intently, as Vlad seemed to ponder something. After a few seconds pause, Vlad said “I accept”. Upon hearing these two words the well dressed man reentered his car, waited for his bodyguards to rejoin him and left. Vlad returned to his building, waited for the elevator and went up to his apartment. Now that he had landed a job he had preparations to begin. After unlocking his door, he replacing the thin piece of hair he kept on the door to know if the door had been disturbed, he went to his bedroom. Vlad looked at his watch, six hours until show time.

He pried a loose floor board up from under his bed, revealing a battered looking briefcase. Vlad took hold of the briefcase, lifted it out of the floor and replaced the board. After opening the case, he methodically checked and cleaned the contents. Once he was satisfied that all was in order, he repacked the case. Next, he went to his closet. He decided on a very ordinary looking black blazer, matching pants, and of course, his trademark sunglasses. Vlad smiled as the old adage “All dressed up and nowhere to go” flashed through his mind. Oh well”, he exclaimed “no where to go”, but only for the next five hours.

Vlad then fell asleep. Precisely two hours later, Vlad awakened, tidied himself up, washed his face, dressed and left his apartment. Three hours to go. Vlad hailed a cab and asked to be dropped at the UN building. Upon his arrival, he found a rooftop from which he could see the front lawn of the building, yet couldn’t be seen himself. Vlad reopened his briefcase and assembled its contents. After sitting this way for about three hours ( it seemed like more, but time moves slowly even for a professional of his caliber ) he spotted his quarry pproaching.

Five minutes later a car glided up to the driveway in front of the building. A man Vlad recognized from the news, emerged from the car. Vlad took aim…….. BANG!!! A loud explosion, a burst of red on a white shirt, silence, then a flurry of action. People scattered about as everyone at the scene reacted to the death of the Soviet Ambassador. The world would be plunged into chaos by this act of terrorism. Vlad surveyed the scene, smiled, left his sunglasses upon the ledge and carved one more notch on the stalk of his sniper rifle. Vlad then returned home to enjoy his new found wealth.

The man storeplan

We have put our heads together and come up with a store idea and strategy that we believe has the opportunity to grow and thrive. The idea is totally unique, not only to San Angelo, but to most of the country as well. We will look at several factors vital to setting up the store as effectively as possible. The parts we will focus on include the following: situation analysis, objectives, identifying customers, competitive advantages, the overall strategy. We will also define and consider the uncontrollable factors that effect any retail company.

Our goal is to provide our target market with a unique, relaxed, and enjoyable shopping experience, while at the same time providing quality men’s wear at reasonable prices. We will provide a large selection including casual, career, and formal clothing lines. At The Man Store you’re guaranteed to find what you are looking for, or we can get it for you. Service will be a top priority not only to our customers, but to the community as well. We place the utmost importance on maintaining high values and ethical standards and behaviors.

The two men we are assisting in a start-up retail plan are very excited about forming a corporation, however making a good ownership decision is an essential part of the situation analysis and should not be rushed into. We will discuss the men in more depth later. Many factors into account when deciding the most appropriate structure. At first The Man Store will only operate in San Angelo so we decided that turning the store into a corporation owned by stockholders would not be a wise decision financially. Another reason a corporation would not be in their best interest is the danger of a more powerful company buying them out.

We did not want to deal with all of the government policies and restrictions that accompany incorporation. It was decided that the only sensible ownership structure was a partnership. The benefits, profits, risks, losses will be shared equally by both owners. The only drawback considered was the possibility of arising feuds do to liabilities and non-partisan decisions, however both men are sensible businessmen who have grown up and worked well together for years. Another attraction to a partnership structure was the single taxation, which is not always the case with a corporation.

Since both men possess a high level of business and retail savvy they will also manage their store. The men want to be as involved as possible in the operations of their store, and hiring a professional management team would substantially raise costs. The Man Store is a classified as an apparel group, which is a type of non-durable goods store. The men who had a dream of owning their own business realized quickly that a men’s clothing store would best suit their desires and abilities. Fred Rubble and Barnie Jetson are from Dallas, TX but have been planning to move to West Texas to open up their idealistic men’s store.

As boys, Fred and Barnie grew up together in a well to do neighbor hood in North Dallas. Both men received batchelors and masters degrees in business at SMU. Now in their forties, the men have set aside a good deal of money from their respective careers. Playing the stock market has been a big financial advantage as well. Both men are well traveled, down to earth individuals who have a love for fashion. They have done extensive marketing research and studies that have all supported their ideas and dream store in the San Angelo area.

Fred and Barnie love the people and landscape of West Texas, which will be extremely beneficial in forming relationships with their customers and the community. Both Fred and Barnie have great taste in clothes and know what men are looking for in today’s job world. The Man Store will consist of a wide variety clothes specializing in the latest trends in men’s clothing. Of course traditional styles will be available as well. We will have stylish clothes for the professional and non-professional career man, as well as styles more suited for social and leisure activities.

We have projected an adequate start-up cost list and compared it to Fred and Barnie’s financial resources. We have over-estimated the costs to count for unforeseen costs that are associated with starting a new business. Use of Funds Source of Funds Land and building(lease) Personal savings, bank loan Inventory Personal savings, manufacturer credit Fixtures(shelves, carpeting, signs) Personal savings Equipment(cash register, computer) Manufacturer credit

Personnel(sales, floor) Sales revenues, personal savings Promotion personal savings, Sales revenues Miscellaneous(credit sales, repayment) Bank loan, personal savings Apparel sales in the United States rose modestly in 2000 to $182 billion, compared to $180 billion the previous year. The 2 percent increase in apparel sales was a decline from the 4 percent growth reported last year. While still a small percentage of total apparel sales, Internet apparel sales showed double-digit growth. Last year was a difficult year for the retail environment,” said Kim Blanck, NPD Fashionworld account executive. “The slowing U. S. economy took a toll on the results of most retailers and kept a tight lid on earnings growth. Collectively, many different segments of the market posted either slim growth or no growth at all,” Blanck added. Despite these statements, statistics show the clothing retail market to be increasing year j. More specifically, men’s clothing sales has shown to be increasing significantly over the past couple of years.

The 1990’s were marked by significant consolidation among men’s retailers both in the U. S. and Canada. A number of national and regional chains either closed or significantly consolidated their operations. In addition, department stores de-emphasized their focus on, and offerings of, men’s tailored clothing. At the same time, sales of men’s clothing have increased at a faster pace than those of women’s apparel in the past several years. This occurred despite a flat suit market as the business/casual trend in the workplace evolved.

In fact, the emergence of this “third wardrobe” (neither suitsnor jeans) has driven this growth of men’s apparel sales. With its multi-brand, value and customer service strategies, The Man Store feels it is uniquely positioned to capture growing market share of men’s apparel sales. As you can see by the following chart, brick-and-mortar stores are in no danger of being swallowed by Internet or catalog sales. Brick-and-Mortar167,346169,25692. 9 As the sales by market segment chart indicates, overall men’s clothing sales in the private sector has risen 2. 4% since 1999.

This is the second highest increase behind the infants and toddlers. 2000 U. S. Apparel Sales By Market Segment Infants’ and Toddlers’7,65113. 14. 2 Through 2000, mass merchants, off-price retailers and specialty stores, and others continued to experience strong sales growth from this shift in consumer spending, with department and chain stores sales feeling the impact of this trend. This is positive for our store. In fact specialty store growth was up 18%. The following is a question and answer exchange found on Barnard’s Retail Trend Report. It’s contents explain the developing retail trend.

Work. com: So, long term, you think the specialty stores may have an advantage because they are building their brand names early on in customer’s lives? Barnard: That is exactly right. The n ext item is also very important. Traditional department stores have historically made themselves dependent on fashions, usually upscale fashions, designer fashions. Well, designers are losing luster and have, indeed, lost a great deal of luster. And, guess what consumers are more interested in these days then designer items? Home-oriented items, things for the home. America s an aging nation and as we get older, our priorities in life change a little bit. We no longer have to be the first on the block with the latest off-the-wall fashions. We no longer have to be the kind of people that absolutely have to have that famous designer on our derriere or neck. Work. com: Do you think that’s one of the prime factors in what’s causing shoppers to stray from department stores and lean toward the Targets or Kmarts? Barnard: Or the Home Depots, the Bed Bath and Beyonds, the Linen and Things and the William Sonomas and the Crate and Barrels and so forth.

They are looking for lower prices. Look at, for example, what happened to Hennes and Mauritz: Beautiful fashions, very attractive, very inexpensive. They’re right on Fifth Avenue and if you are lucky, you can get into the store without any wait in line outside. It’s a tremendous attraction and that really takes a lot of market share away Work. com: To what do you attribute the fact that consumers are now OK with not spending so much Barnard: Casual is in. And if casual is in, casual is less Work. com: Do you see that changing any time soon? Barnard: No, I do not. Not anytime soon.

Not anytime in the foreseeable future. And then there’s also something else, and that is, again, that as we get older we tend to place a lot less emphasis on wearing the latest up-to-date fashions. We want practical things, we want fashionable things, we want good quality things, well displayed good assortments in the store, but we don’t want to go broke buying them. Work. com: Let me see if I get this straight. It’s a combination of the fact that the generation that once only shopped at department stores is now getting older and changing its priorities, coupled with the fact that ounger kids are leaning toward specialty stores. Barnard: And are developing the specialty-store habit. Work. com: How is multichannel retailing redefining the retail landscape? Will we witness eventual consolidation to the point where, in order to compete, a company has to have all channels covered? Barnard: Undoubtedly, we are already in the midst of precisely that. The only thing that we don’t know yet is to what extent will online retailing become a major factor? At the present time, it isn’t. At the present time online retailing accounts for a miniscule portion of the entire retailing pie.

Work. com: Do you foresee it taking more market share? Barnard: Yes, it is likely to take up more market share. But then again, I say it with some hesitancy because there are a lot of indicators that seem to show at least that, yes, more people are buying, but there is also a clear indication that some people seem to say, ‘No, let’s go right back to the store and perhaps use online retailing to fill in. ’ So we don’t know as of yet. It is too new, too young and going through too many changes for us to be able to come to a reasonable conclusion

The work environments today are evolving from the suits and tux to a more casual style. The word casual does not mean khakis and t-shirts yet a more refined dress casual style. The Man Store will address the question of what this means with new merchandise, personalized service, and a “casual know-how” training program that all of the employees will go through. As a result, men will have the confidence necessary to navigate the sometimes confusing landscape of the dress casual revolution. There are always elements that effect a business that are out of owners and managers immediate control.

These factors can have a positive or negative effect on the business. Demographics show that most of the middle-class and higher incomes are the blue-collar working class. Some of the major employers in San Angelo are Vorizen, Sitel, Angelo State University, Goodfellow AFB, Ethicon, and the Town and Country corporate offices. San Angelo is also home to a large number of lawyers, doctors, and other professionals, most of whom are into status symbols and run in social circles. We believe that this variety of people will contribute greatly to our potential customers.

There is not another store in the area that offers the quality and styles at such an affordable prices. Now San Angelo en can feel confident they are getting the latest styles right here in town. One “gamble” that we would like to take involves the majority of the floor staff at The Man Store. San Angelo has been labeled a conservative community at times, therefore there was some hesitation about employing attractive females to assist the shoppers. However, this is one of the main ideas that makes The man Store unique. Hooters restaurant has proven to be a success .

A Summer Day

Driving across the bridge over Lake Ray Hubbard one sunny Saturday afternoon, I was overcome with the gentle breeze blowing through my open window and decided to stop for a little while. I pulled off the highway and parked the car. Upon exiting the car, I walked to the edge of the water and sat down. As I sat on the warm sand, I began to pick up handfuls of the sand and let it slowly filter through my open fingers. I also became aware of the activities going on around me. A man to my left was baiting a fishing line with a minnow. Once he had the line baited, he gave a mighty cast of the rod and launched the line into the sparkling water.

He then sat down in a green, blue and white striped lawn chair to wait on a fish to catch his bait. The gentle bobbing on the water was mesmerizing and I had to look away before I nodded off to sleep. Off to the right was a cove with sandy beaches. Several boats were anchored in the cove. One of the boats was a large with cabin cruiser with green accents. Two men and two women were on board. The two men tied air mattresses to the side of the boat and the women proceeded to lie on the mattresses for a little sunbathing. One woman had long blonde hair and wore a hot pink bikini.

The other woman had short brown hair and wore a black one-piece bathing suit. The two men brought out a football and started tossing the ball to each other. They were running up and down the beach tossing the ball back and forth. Before too long several teenage boys approached them and they all played football. The man on my left suddenly sat up a little straighter and I noticed that the bobber on his fishing line was repeatedly being dragged under the water. He waited until just the right moment and gave a quick jerk on the rod to set the line.

He then vigorously reeled in the line. More than once, he had to stop and start reeling again. After a few minutes, he finely had the fish close enough that he could scoop the fish up with a fishing net. I could tell he was excited with his catch because he turned to show the fish to me with a big grin on his face. He said it was about a four-pound catfish. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up signal. I looked out further in front of me and noticed a bright red ski boat with several people on board. One of the occupants was in the water wearing skis.

The boat took off and the skier came up out of the water. He began showing off a little by going from side to side and holding one foot out of the water. He was jumping waves when the boat sped out of sight into more open areas of the lake. I heard screaming and laughing and turned to see numerous kids running, jumping, and splashing in the water. I could tell the kids were having a good time by all the squeals of delight. One little girl bent down and came back up with her palms lifted upward spraying water on herself and those closest to her.

A boy who looked to be about ten years old came running from behind one of the boats and in his hands was a high-powered water blaster. He ran around shooting people with blasts of water. Apparently, he blasted the two women on the air mattresses because they both sat up in a big hurry and looked around. One of the women fell off her raft in her attempt to get up. Of course, everyone around who witnessed this started laughing. The woman didnt seem to be too pleased; but after a few moments, she started laughing herself.

One of the teenage boys sneaked up behind the boy with the water blaster and took it away from him and started shooting the boy with water. It wasnt funny to the little boy to be shot with his own gun, so he ran off crying to his parents that someone had taken his gun from him and was shooting him with water. One of the other boats in the cove had a barbeque grill on the back and a man in a white t-shirt and dark shorts was dumping charcoal into the grill. Once the grill was ready, the man put what looked to be steaks on the grill. Before long, the smell of steaks was wafting through the air.

Smelling the steaks made me realize I was hungry. I decided it was time for me to leave but before getting up, I took one more look around. The man on my left was still fishing, the boat with skiers was back and seemed to be trading out skiers, and of course, there was all the activity in the cove. I was content to be a bystander but at the same time, a part of me wanted to be involved in the each of the various activities. I was very happy that the gentle breeze had urged me to exit and come to the waters edge and observe other people at play and relaxation.

The Only Fish I Wanted To Catch

A sensation of astounding warmth enshrouded my mind and body as I blankly stared out on to the choppy lake. I realized that the blinding sun was sure to burn me by the end of the day. I was completely clueless as to where the day would take me. At first I was a little apprehensive about climbing into the small rowboat and heading out there for the entire day. What if I didnt make it back? I had never been fishing alone. All I craved was to catch the perfect fish. It didnt have to be big or fat, just perfect for me. So I mustered up the courage and took a chance.

The last time I had taken a chance I had paid for it dearly. Sarina was the perfect girl, and I was determined to let her know how I felt about her. She didnt make me happy. Happiness was not exactly the emotion she brought out in me. Her presence brought out something within me that was much deeper and more sincere. She was the foundation of my utopia. She had a special quality about her. Most people I know walk around with their souls being held prisoner by their bodies. She was one of those unique people whose body was held captive by her soul. Thirty seconds out of every minute I thought about her.

I always made sure she had everything. It took me six months before I could even tell her how I felt. When I finally told her how I felt she took the news really well, but I knew she wasnt interested. After telling me that our friendship was too close for us to get involved romantically, I swept up the pieces of my shattered heart, put them in my pocket and walked away. I had her snagged on my hook but she threw it. I used kindness, and patience, and she used me. I gave her everything she asked of me. She took the bait and ran. She avoided me at all costs for the next two months.

Suddenly, I was at the mercy of the wide-open water of my misery, and was fearful of drowning. Had I been coerced into believing we were best friends? We squandered for hours and hours resolving each others personal dilemmas. We called each other religiously on the phone when we were apart. Then suddenly it stopped. Now everything I cherished was thrown overboard. I was in love; and it hurt. Nobody had ever taught me that love could be this painful. Eventually she called me, and apologized for blatantly ignoring me. She used fear as an excuse. She was frightened of her own emotions.

While she had been wrestling with this fear, I had found another girl, Nita. She wasnt the consummate companion, but she had her own way of intriguing me. Nita was a fascinating woman, yet she didnt have that same mesmerizing quality. All the time I was with Nita I completely suppressed my compassion for Sarina. I knew Nita couldnt keep me happy, so I did what I thought was best and let her go. Sarina and I worked out our differences, and began enjoying each others cortege once again. There was a certain ambience she emitted which made me so comfortable. We were closer after the hiatus in our relationship.

Once again I began to cater to her every desire. My fantasies grew more intense with every minute I spent with her, yet I never made any flirtatious actions. I always maintained my composure, and treated her as my best friend. Eventually I had to bring up my love for her once again. I was too much in love to circumvent my feelings any longer. One night over the phone I told her how I felt, and she told me that she didnt believe me. She refused to comprehend the fact that I could still have feelings for her after two years. She promised to me a dinner where we could talk about everything to avoid a repeat disaster.

The night before the dinner, she called me and cancelled. She asked me to tell her how I felt over the phone. She belittled two years of love and infatuation into a five-minute phone conversation. I ended the conversation with, Im sorry you feel that way. All I have to say is that you are an ungrateful bitch! The only thing that went through my mind was that she wasnt worth the trouble. I tried and failed. My conscience was clear and it was time for me to move on. I realized that I wasnt in love. One cant be in love unless someone returns the same fervor.

The adoration has to be exchanged both ways; in other words, solitary reverence translates into a simple fancy. I had taken the chance to take the friendship one step further, not knowing how it would turn out. The serene feeling turned into annoyance and frustration. I chased the majestic fish all day only to snare the wrong one. The catch of the day suckered me twice for bait. Eventually the fetish for the fish was deemed useless. It was too cunning of a creature to be lured by my old fashioned tactics. It got what it needed from me and lost interest. I put my pole away, and rowed back to shore.

Lying in bed with the knowledge that they have only a week to live

One can imagine lying in bed with the knowledge that they have only a week to live. This prognosis is brought on because the person needs a new heart, liver, kidney, or any other life saving organ. Now that the realization of what has transpired hits this person it is time to find an organ donor. It could be the next car crash victim or someone from the immediate family. However, the odds of finding a donor grim. Wouldn’t it be nice if the technology to clone a perfectly matching organ to replace the faulty one existed? This is the problem with today’s society.

Too many people are afraid of the future. Cloning, like any other science is hindered by the general public’s fear of the unknown. Whether it is a single cell to a full human, cloning research is a major next step in scientific development. It is easy to understand why people fear the unknown, but it is hard to figure out why they can’t take a step back and realize that cloning is basically an extension of current and accepted practices. Also, the general public’s fear shows up in the nation’s congress and even the president.

Who knows the real opinions of the individuals in congress, but as long as the general public is against cloning, politicians will be too, so they can gain support from voters. Even with all these setbacks, there are still major uses for cloning research. Uses that will never present themselves unless people put down their moral, ethical, and religious shields and allow the research to take its course. Regardless of the majority opinion, cloning is just another science. It deserves the time and mind straining efforts given by today’s scientists.

It doesn’t deserve to be shut out or pushed aside because people are too paranoid to let the future take its course. Cloning has been around for several years. It has just recently hit the spotlight with Dr. Richard Seed’s announcement that he will start a project to clone the first human in one and a half years (Krieger 1). With all the media coverage, the general public’s knowledge of cloning has shifted from nothing to forming biased opinions on a topic they really still don’t have all the facts about. In some cases, cloning is an extension of current and accepted practices that will very likely improve over time.

This includes reproductive therapy like in vitro fertilization. The American Life League in the following states information on the advantages of cloning over in vitro fertilization: “Consider couples going through IVF. [There are] many reasons why they might choose to clone embryos either by blastomere separation, or by nuclear transfer. One would be to obtain enough embryos to achieve pregnancy and offspring. If a woman produced only one or two eggs or one or two embryos, it might be difficult for that couple to have a family. Splitting the embryos or cloning them by nuclear transfer would enable them to overcome that problem.

Or they may want to do that to avoid having to go through a second IVF cycle which not only is very costly but is onerous for the woman involved, including hormonal stimulation and egg retrieval. A third [reason] would be to have a back up supply of embryos from which tissue or organs could be obtained if a tragedy befell a first child. Obviously in that scenario the cloned embryos could be transferred to the uterus at the same time leading to simultaneously born intended twins or they could be transferred at later points in time.

Now an important point, indeed a crucial point, about cloning as part of IVF is that such activities would appear to fall within the fundamental freedom of married couples, including infertile married couples to have biologically related offspring. If the ability to clone an embryo and transfer it to the uterus is essential in determining whether that couple will reproduce, then cloning should receive the same legal respect and protection that other means of noncoital reproduction receive” (39). Many scientist use genetic screening to create perfect genomes for whatever their research might be.

The possibility of screening human embryos for genetic diseases and replacing the disrupted genes with perfectly cloned genes remains if the research is allowed to continue. This opens many doors for the medical field. It would be an enormous feat if genetic diseases like Muscular Dystrophy could be destroyed before the child was even born. Or if the child wasn’t going to grow an organ or appendage, new genes to stimulate growth and function could be cloned and placed with the embryo to aid the development of the child (American Life League 40). In the future, cloning could prove to aid in organ donor programs.

The ability to clone an organ would be incredible because it would allow patients that would almost certainly die another chance. This procedure has already been developed by Dr. Anthony Atala, director of tissue engineering in the urology department at the Children’s Hospital in Boston, and his partner Dr. Dario Fauza. Together, they have experimented with a method of growing replacement organs for babies while they are still in the womb. Dr. Atala cited underdeveloped and disrupted bladders and windpipes as organs that could be cloned and replaced in a baby inside the womb (Price 1).

Dr. Atala states, “As surgeons, that’s what we dream about- having a shelf full of body parts” (Price 2). One of the major problems a scientist has in trying to develop a science like cloning is the politics behind it. Soon after Dr. Seed’s announcement President Clinton tried to revive a bill he proposed that would put a five-year ban, or waiting period on cloning (Chayes and Edwards 2). Clinton’s intentions are to give an American Bio-ethics team time to decide if cloning is morally acceptable and should be permitted.

It is not certain whether President Clinton is totally against cloning or not. However, with all the media coverage, the major opinion towards cloning is that it isn’t wanted. It is conceivable that most politicians are going to sway on their personal beliefs about cloning because of their political agendas and obligations to registered voters. Richard A. Vierling Ph. D. , director of the genetics program at Indiana Crop Improvement Association and Purdue, refutes congress’s intentions on banning cloning or any technology. Dr.

Vierling said, “We will never be able to stop technology. If we try, it puts the United States at a competitive disadvantage in technological advancement. This is especially troubling, since countries are judged not by their manufacturing capabilities, but on their technological status. Technology is power. ” In all aspects, cloning is a new science that is being criticized and hindered by a biased opinion largely brought on by the media. It is unfortunate that this opinion generates initial action by congress to ban cloning.

The sheer facts on cloning are easy to understand. It is a simple process and deserves further study. As a whole there are many reasons people feel that cloning shouldn’t be allowed. Fear is a major complication to science. Fear is an interesting thing. It plays with people’s minds and forces quick judgment. Sometimes those judgments are for the better. With the cloning issue, they aren’t. While fear is a great contributor to the hindrance of the science of cloning, religion adds another aspect to be dealt with.

Many peoples’ beliefs on cloning are affected by their religion. The American Life League stated, “The gift of life which God the Creator and Farther has entrusted to man calls him to appreciate the inestimable value of what he has been given and to take responsibility for it: this fundamental principle must be placed at the center of one’s reflection in order to clarify and solve the moral problem raised by artificial interventions on life as it originates and on the processes of procreation” (6).

Basically this quote is a very eloquent way of interpreting the Bible so that it is against cloning. The Bible has been studied for hundreds of years, but its interpretation can suggest just about anything the particular person reading it wants to believe. The Bible is a long history book. Whether it is entirely true or not is another debate. For all intents and purposes, the Bible is an “ace in the hole” for anyone who wants to debate the morals and ethics against cloning. However, the Bible is only a worthy source if the person expressing its ideas has what they believe is faith.

If the Bible and teachings of the church controlled scientific development, this society would probably still believe the world was flat or the center of the universe. It is impossible to defend against the teachings of the Bible because that is all they are, teachings. Teachings, that reflect a countless number of peoples’ opinions and religious beliefs. The bible should not be used as a weapon to slow or stop the development of cloning or any other science. Cloning is just another science. It is almost redundant in that fashion.

Its only uniqueness is that it has such a controversy around it caused by fear and misconception. Any science is too valuable to be brushed aside. People must look past the politics and the morals to see that cloning is an extension of current practices and could prove to be better then those practices. There are too many conceivable uses for cloning to let the technology die. No one knows what the future holds, but the technology must be permitted to go on. Like it or not, sciences like cloning are here and here to stay.

It is up to society to put aside its fears and stop trying to control the rate at which scientific development advances because it is the only thing that is going to make a better tomorrow. One can imagine lying in bed with the knowledge that they have only a week to live. This prognosis is brought on because the person needs a new heart, liver, kidney, or any other life saving organ. Now that the realization of what has transpired hits this person it is time to find an organ donor. It could be the next car crash victim or someone from the immediate family. However, the odds of finding a donor grim.

Wouldn’t it be nice if the technology to clone a perfectly matching organ to replace the faulty one existed? This is the problem with today’s society. Too many people are afraid of the future. Cloning, like any other science is hindered by the general public’s fear of the unknown. Whether it is a single cell to a full human, cloning research is a major next step in scientific development. It is easy to understand why people fear the unknown, but it is hard to figure out why they can’t take a step back and realize that cloning is basically an extension of current and accepted practices.

Also, the general public’s fear shows up in the nation’s congress and even the president. Who knows the real opinions of the individuals in congress, but as long as the general public is against cloning, politicians will be too, so they can gain support from voters. Even with all these setbacks, there are still major uses for cloning research. Uses that will never present themselves unless people put down their moral, ethical, and religious shields and allow the research to take its course. Regardless of the majority opinion, cloning is just another science.

It deserves the time and mind straining efforts given by today’s scientists. It doesn’t deserve to be shut out or pushed aside because people are too paranoid to let the future take its course. Cloning has been around for several years. It has just recently hit the spotlight with Dr. Richard Seed’s announcement that he will start a project to clone the first human in one and a half years (Krieger 1). With all the media coverage, the general public’s knowledge of cloning has shifted from nothing to forming biased opinions on a topic they really still don’t have all the facts about.

In some cases, cloning is an extension of current and accepted practices that will very likely improve over time. This includes reproductive therapy like in vitro fertilization. The American Life League in the following states information on the advantages of cloning over in vitro fertilization: “Consider couples going through IVF. [There are] many reasons why they might choose to clone embryos either by blastomere separation, or by nuclear transfer. One would be to obtain enough embryos to achieve pregnancy and offspring. If a woman produced only one or two eggs or one or two embryos, it might be difficult for that couple to have a family.

Splitting the embryos or cloning them by nuclear transfer would enable them to overcome that problem. Or they may want to do that to avoid having to go through a second IVF cycle which not only is very costly but is onerous for the woman involved, including hormonal stimulation and egg retrieval. A third [reason] would be to have a back up supply of embryos from which tissue or organs could be obtained if a tragedy befell a first child. Obviously in that scenario the cloned embryos could be transferred to the uterus at the same time leading to simultaneously born intended twins or they could be transferred at later points in time.

Now an important point, indeed a crucial point, about cloning as part of IVF is that such activities would appear to fall within the fundamental freedom of married couples, including infertile married couples to have biologically related offspring. If the ability to clone an embryo and transfer it to the uterus is essential in determining whether that couple will reproduce, then cloning should receive the same legal respect and protection that other means of noncoital reproduction receive” (39). Many scientist use genetic screening to create perfect genomes for whatever their research might be.

The possibility of screening human embryos for genetic diseases and replacing the disrupted genes with perfectly cloned genes remains if the research is allowed to continue. This opens many doors for the medical field. It would be an enormous feat if genetic diseases like Muscular Dystrophy could be destroyed before the child was even born. Or if the child wasn’t going to grow an organ or appendage, new genes to stimulate growth and function could be cloned and placed with the embryo to aid the development of the child (American Life League 40). In the future, cloning could prove to aid in organ donor programs.

The ability to clone an organ would be incredible because it would allow patients that would almost certainly die another chance. This procedure has already been developed by Dr. Anthony Atala, director of tissue engineering in the urology department at the Children’s Hospital in Boston, and his partner Dr. Dario Fauza. Together, they have experimented with a method of growing replacement organs for babies while they are still in the womb. Dr. Atala cited underdeveloped and disrupted bladders and windpipes as organs that could be cloned and replaced in a baby inside the womb (Price 1).

Dr. Atala states, “As surgeons, that’s what we dream about- having a shelf full of body parts” (Price 2). One of the major problems a scientist has in trying to develop a science like cloning is the politics behind it. Soon after Dr. Seed’s announcement President Clinton tried to revive a bill he proposed that would put a five-year ban, or waiting period on cloning (Chayes and Edwards 2). Clinton’s intentions are to give an American Bio-ethics team time to decide if cloning is morally acceptable and should be permitted.

It is not certain whether President Clinton is totally against cloning or not. However, with all the media coverage, the major opinion towards cloning is that it isn’t wanted. It is conceivable that most politicians are going to sway on their personal beliefs about cloning because of their political agendas and obligations to registered voters. Richard A. Vierling Ph. D. , director of the genetics program at Indiana Crop Improvement Association and Purdue, refutes congress’s intentions on banning cloning or any technology. Dr.

Vierling said, “We will never be able to stop technology. If we try, it puts the United States at a competitive disadvantage in technological advancement. This is especially troubling, since countries are judged not by their manufacturing capabilities, but on their technological status. Technology is power. ” In all aspects, cloning is a new science that is being criticized and hindered by a biased opinion largely brought on by the media. It is unfortunate that this opinion generates initial action by congress to ban cloning.

The sheer facts on cloning are easy to understand. It is a simple process and deserves further study. As a whole there are many reasons people feel that cloning shouldn’t be allowed. Fear is a major complication to science. Fear is an interesting thing. It plays with people’s minds and forces quick judgment. Sometimes those judgments are for the better. With the cloning issue, they aren’t. While fear is a great contributor to the hindrance of the science of cloning, religion adds another aspect to be dealt with.

Many peoples’ beliefs on cloning are affected by their religion. The American Life League stated, “The gift of life which God the Creator and Farther has entrusted to man calls him to appreciate the inestimable value of what he has been given and to take responsibility for it: this fundamental principle must be placed at the center of one’s reflection in order to clarify and solve the moral problem raised by artificial interventions on life as it originates and on the processes of procreation” (6).

Basically this quote is a very eloquent way of interpreting the Bible so that it is against cloning. The Bible has been studied for hundreds of years, but its interpretation can suggest just about anything the particular person reading it wants to believe. The Bible is a long history book. Whether it is entirely true or not is another debate. For all intents and purposes, the Bible is an “ace in the hole” for anyone who wants to debate the morals and ethics against cloning. However, the Bible is only a worthy source if the person expressing its ideas has what they believe is faith.

If the Bible and teachings of the church controlled scientific development, this society would probably still believe the world was flat or the center of the universe. It is impossible to defend against the teachings of the Bible because that is all they are, teachings. Teachings, that reflect a countless number of peoples’ opinions and religious beliefs. The bible should not be used as a weapon to slow or stop the development of cloning or any other science. Cloning is just another science. It is almost redundant in that fashion. Its only uniqueness is that it has such a controversy around it caused by fear and misconception.

Any science is too valuable to be brushed aside. People must look past the politics and the morals to see that cloning is an extension of current practices and could prove to be better then those practices. There are too many conceivable uses for cloning to let the technology die. No one knows what the future holds, but the technology must be permitted to go on. Like it or not, sciences like cloning are here and here to stay. It is up to society to put aside its fears and stop trying to control the rate at which scientific development advances because it is the only thing that is going to make a better tomorrow.

Learn From Our Failures

There is much to learn from failure. When you fail at something you realize the mistakes that you made. You learn how you should have done things in order not to make the mistakes that you did. The next time you try to succeed at the same task you can apply when you learned from your mistakes. I was once in love with a girl named Allison. At the time I was dealing with a drug addiction. I lied to her about the addiction, trying to hide it from her because I feared I would lose her if she knew the truth. Eventually she found out about my problem.

I lost her love not because of my addiction, but because I lied about it. From this experience I realize that lying to her was a huge mistake. When I look back on my relationship with Allison I know now that I shouldnt have lied to her. In losing her love I learned that its not right to lie so someone even if your intentions are good. If I had told Allison the truth about the situation I might still be with her today. I would have had the chance to work through my addiction with her help, instead of fighting it on my own. Have you ever heard the saying, Never make the same mistake twice?

The next time I found someone I loved, I made sure not to lie to them in anyway, even if I meant letting them see the darker side of my life. Letting them know everything only made the relationship stronger, and easier to manage. I am still with that girl today. I have learned a lot from my failures in life. I realized the mistakes that I made along the way that lead to my failure. I learned how I should have dealt with the mistakes that I made. The next time confronted with the same situation I can apply what I learned from my failure, to become successful.

The Fall of the House of Usher: Imagery and Parallelism

In his short story “The Fall of the House of Usher”, Edgar Allen Poe presents his reader with an intricately suspenseful plot filled with a foreboding sense of destruction. Poe uses several literary devices, among the most prevalent, however are his morbid imagery and eerie parallelism. Hidden in the malady of the main character are several different themes, which are all slightly connected yet inherently different. Poe begins the story by placing the narrator in front of the decrepit, decaying mansion of Roderick Usher.

Usher summoned his childhood friend, the arrator, to his home by sending a letter detailing only a minor illness. After the narrator arrives and sees the condition of the house he becomes increasingly superstitious. When the narrator first sees his host he describes his morbid appearance and it arouses his superstition even more. Over a period of time the narrator begins to understand his friends’ infliction, insanity. He tries in vane to comfort his friend and provide solace, however to no avail. When Roderick’s only remaining kin, his sister Madeline dies, Rodericks insanity seems to have gone to a heightened level.

Shortly after his sister’s death, Roderick’s friend is reading him a story. As things happen in the story, simultaneously the same description of the noises come from within the house. As Usher tries to persuade the narrator that it is his sister coming for him, and his friend believing Roderick has gone stark raving mad, Madeline comes bursting in through the door and kills her brother. The narrator flees from the house, and no sooner does he get away than he turns around and sees a fissure in the houses masonry envelop the house and then watch the ground swallow up the remains.

In “The Fall of the House of Usher” Poe introduces the reader to three characters; Lady Madeline, Roderick Usher, and the narrator, whose name is never given. Lady Madelin, the twin sister of Roderick Usher, does not speak one word throughout the story. In fact she is absent from most of the story, and she and the narrator do not stay together in the same room. After the narrators arrival she takes to her bed and falls into a catatonic state. He helps to bury her and put her away in a vault, but when she reappears he flees.

Before she was buried she roamed around the house quietly not noticing anything, completely overcome y her mental disorder. Roderick Usher appears to be an educated man. He comes from a wealthy family and owns a huge library. According to the narrator, he had once been an attractive man and the character of his face had been at all times remarkable (Poe, 126). However , his appearance had deteriorated over time. Roderick’s altered appearance probably was caused by his insanity. The narrator notes various symptoms of insanity from Roderick’s behavior.

Roderick’s state worsens throughout the story as he becomes increasingly restless and unstable, especially after the burial of his sister. He find himself unable to sleep and also finds that he hears noises. All in all he is a severely unbalanced man trying to maintain an equilibrium in his life. In contrast to Roderick, the narrator appears to be a man of common sense. He seems to have a good heart in that he comes to help a friend from his childhood. He, like, Roderick also appears to be very educated and very analytical. In his observations of Usher he concludes that his friend suffers from an acute mental disorder.

He looks for natural explanations for the odd things that Roderick senses. Criticizing Usher for his outrageous fantasies, the narrator claims that Roderick is enchained by certain superstitious impressions, in regard to the dwelling which he tenanted(Poe,125). The narrator’s tone suggests that he cannot understand Usher. However he himself is superstitious. The three characters are unique people with different characteristics, but they all eventually suffer from the same mental disorder. All of them suffer from insanity, yet each responds differently.

Madeline seems to accept the fact that she is insane and continues through life with that knowledge. Roderick seems to realize his mental state and makes every effort to hold on his sanity. And the narrator who is slowly but surely contracting the disease, wants to deny what he sees, hears, and senses. In the end he regains his senses but only because he flees from the house. Poes writings are known for their macabre subject matter. In The Fall of the House of Usher, Poe uses the life-like characteristics of an otherwise decaying house as a device for giving the house a supernatural atmosphere.

From the beginning of the story the narrator claims to have sensed something unusual nd supernatural about the house. After he sees the inside of the house the narrator has a heightened superstition, though he tries to view everything he sees rationally. He observes the home and sees fungi growing all over it and the decaying masonry there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts and the utterly porous and evidently decayed condition of stones (Poe,125)as if to say something supernatural was holding the house up, otherwise it might have fallen apart a long time before.

By giving objects almost lifelike characteristics, Poe gives the house a upernatural quality which serves to make the story more interesting and suspenseful in his treatment of the houses effect on its inhabitants. There are sections in the story where different forms of art; a painting and a poem, are introduced. Both of them tell a story within a story. These stories , in their own way are somehow parallel to the story in The Fall of the House of Usher. The painting was a painting done by Henry Fuesli. Fuesli was noted for his interest in the supernatural. (Poe, 127).

A small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, mooth, white, and without interruption… and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate splendor. (Poe, 127). This description can be interpreted as a place of sorrow, where the atmosphere is morbid and cold. Most people have art in their homes for reasons of cheering up the place. All this painting did was add morbidity and coldness to the house. The poem entitled “The Haunted Palace” makes a connection between the house and its inhabitants. The poem seems to parallel to the plot of The Fall of the House of Usher.

Once a fair and stately palace–snow white palace–reared its ead(Poe, 127). This describes the past of the Usher home. It was once a stately mansion, but as time went by the house deteriorated along with the conditions of the people occupying it. We get to the present in both the story and this excerpt but evil things in rokes of sorrow, assailed the monarchs high estate(Poe, 126). This is what is happening to the Usher house now. The house along with its inhabitants are full of sorrow. Poe uses differing themes of fear, death, and freedom throughout the story to set a suspenseful mood.

Roderick is overcome by the fear that he is xperiencing and it affects every aspect of his life. It is the constant presence of fear that has caused his illness. He doesn’t know how or is unwilling to overcome these fears. The narrator suggests Roderick’s fears may be directly linked to the house he is enchained by certain superstitious impressions in regard to the dwelling which he is tenanted, and from which for many years he never ventured forth(Poe, 125), implying that his condition might be relieved if he left the house and faced his fears. Because of fear, however he is restrained from leaving and doesn’t attempt to overcome them.

The ecurring concept of fear in the story shows it power and impact on humanity. Fear can be beneficial by restraining us from actions that can lead to harm or danger. Poe, however, takes this to the extreme by showing the negative influences of fear. Fear can restrain us from actions that could be beneficial, and excessive fear can lead to insanity. He also shows that fear can be passed on to others, ultimately showing that we must recognize our fears to be able to overcome them. Death is Roderick Usher’s main fear. He is from a time honored and prestigious family.

And he and his sister are the last of a long line of escendants. Poe uses the concept of death and Roderick’s deteriorating mental condition in order to give a sense of foreboding and mystery to the story. It is this premonition of something dreadful to come which surround the characters of Roderick and Madeline as the story progresses. From the time the narrator sees Roderick his comments compare Roderick to death itself, saying that his appearance indicates death. It is also as if Roderick foresees his forthcoming death and wishes to pass the time away with his friend so he would not go crazy.

This theme of death seems to intertwine with the theme of freedom. It seemed to Roderick Usher that death could be his only freedom. Because he was constrained to the confines of his house and it turned him into a prisoner. Even in the narrators words he viewed him as a slave of the house. All Roderick wanted was to be free from the “Daemon of Death”, and only death would free him from his insanity and the confines of his house. Poe’s graphic portrayal of imagery enhance every aspect of the story, from the suspense of the story itself, to the wild personalities of the characters and the similarly morbid themes inherently present.

The story Paper by Catherine Lim analysis

The story Paper by Catherine Lim shows how greed can destroy a family and a persons life. The whole family was looking forward o their dream house. Lim, the wife would talk about it for hours to her sister & the kids would tell their cousins and friends all about it as well. Tay Soon, the father nurtured the idea until it became a consuming passion of his and his familys lives. They dream about it, they hanker after it like an addict after his opiate.

It had become a reality stronger than the reality of the (real) terrace house (that they shared with Soons mom)(50). They talked about the house so much that they forgot about the house that they were living in. Suddenly the house wasnt good enough for them. The family just gets greedy because of all the money that was coming in from Tay Soon and LIm’s jobs. Both of them had a good amount of money saved in the savings account. But not enough to pay for the down payment of the house. At the same time, the interest rate on the stocks went up.

The quotation of stocks and shares were climbing the charts. When Lim came to know about it, she asked her husband to invest some money in the market to pay for the house. Lim says, the temptation is great and the reward is almost immediate(52). They need money for the house, quick. They see the rate go up and think of all the money they can make which would make them rich overnight. The house would be a reality pretty soon. But Soon got greedy, they kept investing even after they had enough to pay for the house.

And then came the market crash. Suddenly their stock wasnt even worth half the price Tay Soon bought them at. All the loss made Tay Soon go insane. He talks to himself, wont eat, has nightmares, and is abusive to his children and wife. His wife is afraid and she runs away sobbing to her sister who reminds her that she lost all of her money because she took Lims advise and didnt sell anything. Yee Lians husband died according to the doctor there as a devil in him(56). It is the greed for the money that was the devil.

The paper house was brought to Tay Soons grave and was set on fire there(56). Tay Soon and his family always wanted a house and they were willing to use any means to get the money for it. The family gambles their savings and lost it. Tay Soon died because he knew his dream house was no longer a dream but it had became a nightmare for his family. It is better to work hard for the money even though it takes a long time. The faster the money comes the faster it is going to get out of your hand.

Neighbors: a short story

Has jealously ever made you take action in ways that you wouldn’t normally? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in someone else’s shoes? If given the opportunity, would you step into his or her daily lifestyle? In the short story “Neighbors” by Raymond Carver, a young couple proves that the parasite of a trait, known as jealously, rarely has a happy ending. Jealously by definition is a resentful, suspicious, envious feeling of the mind. This is exactly what forced the Millers to act uncivilized when given the capability to befall into the seeming less better life of someone else.

Ashamed of their jealousy, the couple kept it a secret and began lying to each other. Evidently, the Millers became obsessed in becoming someone else. Bill Miller wanted to experience life in a more extravagant environment. He went through the everyday tasks that his next-door neighbors, the Stones, would perform. Many of these things he wouldn’t normally do; for example, Bill stole from the Stones’ apartment in order to make him feel superior. He even became so empowered by the life of his neighbors that he began to lose track of time.

Jealousy influenced Bill to metamorphosis into somebody else. Arlene Miller’s jealousy also made her feel resentful towards her wealthy neighbors. She wished to have the same opportunities her friends seemed to have. As time passed, Arlene also had the itch to snoop into the secrets of their neighbor’s home. She found exactly what she was searching for, something to prove that the Stones’ didn’t live the perfect life. Ironically, due to her discovery and jealousy the unbelievable fell upon her. She realized she was locked out of her neighbor’s apartment.

Arlene left the incriminating photos laying on the bed. The Millers’ raging jealousy set them up for disaster. When the Millers became meddlesome and resentful. They changed spontaneously and started to become different people. Both were very unreliable and unfaithful to their unbeknown neighbors, the Stones. Jealousy caused the Millers to become entangled in disaster and scared to their wits end of being discovered for the shameful neighbors they have developed into. neighbors Has jealously ever made you take action in ways that you wouldn’t normally?

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in someone else’s shoes? If given the opportunity, would you step into his or her daily lifestyle? In the short story “Neighbors” by Raymond Carver, a young couple proves that the parasite of a trait, known as jealously, rarely has a happy ending. Jealously by definition is a resentful, suspicious, envious feeling of the mind. This is exactly what forced the Millers to act uncivilized when given the capability to befall into the seeming less better life of someone else.

Ashamed of their jealousy, the couple kept it a secret and began lying to each other. Evidently, the Millers became obsessed in becoming someone else. Bill Miller wanted to experience life in a more extravagant environment. He went through the everyday tasks that his next-door neighbors, the Stones, would perform. Many of these things he wouldn’t normally do; for example, Bill stole from the Stones’ apartment in order to make him feel superior. He even became so empowered by the life of his neighbors that he began to lose track of time.

Jealousy influenced Bill to metamorphosis into somebody else. Arlene Miller’s jealousy also made her feel resentful towards her wealthy neighbors. She wished to have the same opportunities her friends seemed to have. As time passed, Arlene also had the itch to snoop into the secrets of their neighbor’s home. She found exactly what she was searching for, something to prove that the Stones’ didn’t live the perfect life. Ironically, due to her discovery and jealousy the unbelievable fell upon her.

She realized she was locked out of her neighbor’s apartment. Arlene left the incriminating photos laying on the bed. The Millers’ raging jealousy set them up for disaster. When the Millers became meddlesome and resentful. They changed spontaneously and started to become different people. Both were very unreliable and unfaithful to their unbeknown neighbors, the Stones. Jealousy caused the Millers to become entangled in disaster and scared to their wits end of being discovered for the shameful neighbors they have developed into.

Creative Writing: There Isn’t Much Time

It is Monday morning and I have slept in, thanks to Thanksgiving. In fact, it’s twelve o’clock and I am free for the afternoon. As usual, I sit in front of the . television after I clean myself up, staring endlessly at the screen with my finger clicking on the remote. I realize that I have a draft due on Thursday, but I justify my procrastination with reasons like: “there is still lots of time. ” Life is faster now, and people in the 90’s are supposed to organize and plan in order to keep up; however, it seems to me that more people are procrastinating than ever before.

When I ask people why they procrastinate, they often supply reasons like: this task won’t take me a long time; the pressure makes me to work more efficiently; there were emergencies; and there were other important things. Some of these reasons sounds legitimate, but I think these reasons are just excuses for people’s fear of failure, fear of lost security, and need for pressure. Back high school, I had a friend, Eric, who dropped out of school because of bad grades.

As his friend, I knew he was doing fine until the period of final exams. He was a smart and responsible person which laziness is not a actor of his bad grades. Eric could not pick up the books soon enough before the exam because he was afraid of failure. Since Eric’s older brothers had achieved excellence academic records and great careers, Eric’ parents expected him to follow his brothers’ foot step.

As the result, Eric was afraid to try because he feared to fail his parents’ expectation. When he realized the problem, it was too late. It is two o’clock in the morning. The computer is on, the coffee maker is cooking, and I am under a lot of stress. “There isn’t a lot of time left,” I eep telling my self as I watch the blank piece of paper in front of me. “I know I can do it,” I keep encouraging my self while my mind generates zero ideas for my essay: which is due six hours from now.

Everyone I know procrastinates, my friends, relatives, even people in government. Back in Taipei, the Mayor, Mayor Chen, delayed getting rid of gangs in the city. “I am going to issue a policy that will eventually stop gangs from spreading in our community,” promised Mayor Chen of Taipei during his election campaign. Mayor Chen won the election, but he didn*t do anything about the gangs for three years.

He was afraid of success. If he got rid of the gangs, he would hurt the economy and if he hurt the economy, he would lose his job. Finally, pressure made him act. “Mayor Chen’s dragnet operation has l successfully disintegrate Taiwan’s sinister gangs’ infiltration into Taiwan’s economy,” and “The successful dragnet operation will secure the Mayor Chen’s percentage of votes in the next month’s election,” are the headlines in recent newspapers. This is a situation where I just start writing my term paper six hours before the date line. I was given two weeks time to complete the essay, but I ould not put my mind on the assignment until I felt the stress from the time limitation pressure.

I do have spare time and thoughts of writing the essay within the two weeks; however, the my tendency laziness won battle over the my sense of responsibility. I need pressure to get me working. No matter what anyone is or what anyone does, every now and then he will procrastinate. Procrastination is a tendency that substantially exists in the human nature. People can always fight procrastination with consistency or sense of responsibility but they will never win the battle.

The Priceless Adventure

At the airport terminal, I waved my last good-byes and began to nervously walk toward the checkpoint, turning around twice, telling myself I was absolutely crazy! I had finally found a way to live in another country. There I was, on the next flight to Germany, with no knowledge of the language or how different it would actually be. But I was on a mission to be a part of a new culture and see if the grass is greener on the other side. This was my first time on an airplane, a twelve-hour flight from Los Angeles, California to Dusseldorf, Germany. I was flying on a German Airline called LTU.

I found my isle seat and tried to get comfortable when I noticed everyone was speaking German. It was quite a shock because five minutes before everyone was conversing in English. This is where the culture shock began. The plane landed on time in Dusseldorf where my eight-hour layover would unfold into quite an adventure. I couldnt wait to get off the plane; I was so anxious, I found myself pushing the people ahead of me to hurry up. As I cornered around the turn to the exit, I caught my first glimpse of the place I had never set eyes on before, which was quite exhilarating.

The skies were a erfect blue with not a single cloud in the sky, and surrounding the airport were fields that looked like they could go on forever. Once in the airport, after the chaotic entrance through customs, I collected my luggage and decided to check the place out. It was not as modern as the airport in Los Angeles, and it reeked of cigarettes due to no laws against it. Later, I found out that it Maldonado 2 was allowed practically everywhere, even in hospitals. After walking around with two heavy pieces of luggage, I had to call home to report I was safe and talk to someone familiar.

I found a pay phone and started to dial collect when a loud message began to shout in my ear. I slammed the phone down and reached into my backpack for my English-to-German book. I saw an elderly lady sitting on a bench near the phone, and I slowly moved in and sat next to her. She looked nice, so I turned to her and blurted out, Hello. I started to fumble through the pages of my book, and I couldnt find the right words to explain my problem fast enough. At this time, she was speaking to me in German, and I interrupted her with, Do you speak English?

She began to ramble again, and I couldnt help but laugh because I didnt understand a word she had just said. As she went on, a young man about my age, 18 or so, approached me. Hi, is there anything I can help you with? Well, yea, I dont know how to use the phones here to call the US. OK, what you have to do is buy a phone card and, then, I can help you make the call. He directed me to this little store directly across the way from us. I ran over and almost knocked over a rack of post cards. At the window there stood two ladies chit chatting back and forth.

I had to interrupt because they did not notice me practically falling in front of them. Excuse me, I pointed to the phone cards. She surprised me with, How many minutes would you like? Maldonado 3 The one with the most, please. I was thinking in the back of my head, do you have one that would last eight hours? I pulled out a wad of cash and was immediately pointed in another direction. I walked fast across the way to a bank that would convert my American dollars into Deutsche Marks. I had never been through so much to make a measly phone call.

I grabbed the cash, which resembled play money. I then paid for my phone card and spotted my help. All full of excitement, I flashed him my card ike I had just accomplished something great. Five minutes later, I was on the phone with my mom. I was talking about a mile a minute, trying to unload everything I was going through. We talked until the time on the card ran out. I needed some fresh air, so I sluggishly walked outside dragging along my luggage. My eyes looked like watermelons as I looked around with amazement. I spotted differences everywhere.

The taxi cabs were Mercedes-Benz, the people looked like they were on their way to a fashion shoot, and the signs had different symbols and German words covering them. It was incredible, almost like another world! For the next six hours, I explored and learned many new things about this foreign place. Then, I caught my connecting flight and was on my way to my final destination. My final destination was Ingolstadt, Germany, where I would spend the next four months of my life as an au pair (nanny), but, most importantly, as a citizen of another culture.

I arrived just in time for the citys hundred-year anniversary celebration and festivals. The city was alive and beautiful with tall buildings running along the streets, crops of wheat used in their famous wheat beer that surrounded the diamond shaped Maldonado 4 ity and wrapped around the villages of Ingolstadt. Meeting people was really easy and fun because I found that everyone was quite friendly and helped me out with my German. The younger crowd had decent English because it is a mandatory class for them to take in school.

They also knew how to throw great parties. I went to the best cultural festivals including the Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany, which was extraordinary! During the festivals, the men and women would wear a special outfit called lederhosen. The beer and meats also played a major role in these festivals. People over the age of sixteen are permitted to drink, nlike America, where the age is twenty-one. In Germany, it is definitely a part of their life and culture. The varieties of meats were also a delicious cultural food served at the festivals and celebrations.

I noticed that this society was very colorful and always celebrating their conquests or past achievements. Besides the friendly people, great food, and festivals, Germany has great recycling and transportation systems. To emphasize how important recycling is in German society, every place you go, they separate their trash into four categories, glass, plastic, paper, and other. I found it a little hard to get sed to, but after a while, I knew where everything should go. It also helped me to become more aware of recycling and pollution.

It is great for the environment, and I think it played an excellent role in the countrys beauty. Transportation is also one of the countrys shining qualities. The buses and trains are an easy and reliable way of getting around. It is cheap and very convenient. While I was there, I traveled by both modes of transportation, including trips to Italy and Austria. It was neat being able to check out Maldonado 5 the scenic views and not having to focus on the road. I spent a so much time raveling, partying, and getting to know the culture that I didnt realize how fast the months flew by.

It was my last few days in my newfound country, and I visited most of my friends one last time before I would come back home to America. I took a good look around me before I got on the plane and knew I would miss this place. I had seen so many new things, learned a new language, and gained a better perspective on many things. This trip was a priceless learning experience that I will always cherish and remember. Germany is a gorgeous place and, one day, I would like to make it my home.

The short stories A Rose For Emily and The Jilting Of Granny Weatherall Analysis

In the short stories A Rose For Emily and The Jilting Of Granny Weatherall their are many similarities along with differences. Miss Emily Grierson and Granny Weatherall each have are lonely,independent women,who were forced to make it on their own at a very young age. They each were jilted by men whom they thought loved them. As a result from being jilted they each had to play a man’s role in their primitive society and face being mocked by everyone. Some differences between the two characters would be the way they lived their lives.

Miss Emily became very depressed after being jilted and hardly ever left her home, where Granny Weatherall on the other hand re-married and had children. Also Miss Emily in a since wasn’t left by a man. He came back to her soon after he left, but instead of waiting she killed him. Who’s to say if she hadn’t poisoned him he would have really left. He may have decided to stay. Granny Weatherall had no choice. Her fiance just left and never came back for no reason at all. Emily’s began when her father wouldn’t allow her to date and soon after passed away, leaving her alone and lonely.

Granny’s began when she fell in love and was left at ther alter, facing the humilation of her friends and family. Her fiance never told her why he was leaving and she spent her whole life wondering why and she never stopped loving him. She even imagined she had had his children. A Rose For Emily In the short stories A Rose For Emily and The Jilting Of Granny Weatherall their are many similarities along with differences. Miss Emily Grierson and Granny Weatherall each have are lonely,independent women,who were forced to make it on their own at a very young age.

They each were jilted by men whom they thought loved them. As a result from being jilted they each had to play a man’s role in their primitive society and face being mocked by everyone. Some differences between the two characters would be the way they lived their lives. Miss Emily became very depressed after being jilted and hardly ever left her home, where Granny Weatherall on the other hand re-married and had children. Also Miss Emily in a since wasn’t left by a man. He came back to her soon after he left, but instead of waiting she killed him.

Who’s to say if she hadn’t poisoned him he would have really left. He may have decided to stay. Granny Weatherall had no choice. Her fiance just left and never came back for no reason at all. Emily’s began when her father wouldn’t allow her to date and soon after passed away, leaving her alone and lonely. Granny’s began when she fell in love and was left at ther alter, facing the humilation of her friends and family. Her fiance never told her why he was leaving and she spent her whole life wondering why and she never stopped loving him. She even imagined she had had his children.

Start Where You Are

Upon opening the book and reading the first paragraph I noticed a strangeness in the writing. I said to myself that these are run-on sentences. I had to go back and read the first paragraph all over because it did not make sense to me at first. As I read on, I thought to myself that either this individual is illiterate or she wrote in this style on purpose. Consequent to finishing the first section in chapter one I realized that she did the run on sentences on purpose. One of the reasons was that she wanted to sound like a small child and perhaps the other was to link one thought to the next as perhaps a hyper child might.

It was also interesting how in the first paragraph she started out with “Lucy Anguiano, Texas girl who smells like corn” and ends the paragraph “like the yellow blood of butterflies. ” Notice that corn is yellow and how she links the blood of butterflies that is also yellow to Lucy. Sandra describes things in great detail in this first section. Notice how she describes things once again, “giant cat-eye with a grasshopper green spiral center” that is a marble. Again in this passage with, “only a pink tongue rolling around in there like a blind worm” that is the inside of Lucy’s mouth that she relates to animals or bugs (1).

She mentions animals in one form or another throughout this section. I get the sense that the young girl who is telling the story is an only child who longs to have sisters like her friend Lucy. Wishing she was dark skinned like her friend’s family longing to be one of them. The young girl also has a strange personality. She wants to scratch off her Lucy’s mosquito bites, look under the house where rats hide, peel a scab from her knee and eat it and sneeze on a cat. Yet, she also has a very charming side to her also.

The unnamed girl wants to share a popsicle, saved three M & M’s for Lucy, wants to comb and braid her hair, and wave to an unknown woman on the bus. Section Two Eleven Sandra continues to use run on sentences. Yet, they are not quite as long as in the first section of chapter one. Yet, she keeps the character talking in the same manner as before. Though, I notice that it is just the same when Rachel starts crying. One can see that the child’s speech is peculiar. I would have expected her to talk with the run on sentences when she is crying and trying to explain something to someone, all the while sniffling and hyper-ventilating.

Sandra makes the reader feel that Rachel is an insecure child. Strangely, Sandra does not indent the first paragraph yet she indents the rest. I have no reasoning why she might have done this. I saw the same thing in the first section when the story first began however I did not expect it to continue. I see that Rachel’s birthday is here and she finally is getting wiser. The older one gets one never feels older just because your birthday has just arrived. The feeling of being a little older is a gradual process as Rachel stated. “You don’t feel eleven. Not right away.

It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months. . . ” (7). I can relate to Rachel when she says, “Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten”(6). When visiting my parents, they tell me to grow up or act my age when horsing around, joking trying to have fun. Though, to me this is the child within, which everyone still has in them. Some people have become so serious in life that they have forgotten that life is supposed to be enjoyable. I really can feel what Rachel is feeling when Mrs. Price puts Rachel on the spot with that dirty stretched out raggedy sweater.

When I was a child, at the age of eleven, my family experienced hard times for a year. I only had two pairs of pants. In school, a classmate of mine commented on my pants in front of my friends. The embarrassment was overwhelming. Nevertheless, a teacher embarrassed Rachel and when she found out that the sweater did not belong to Rachel she should have apologized instead of acting as it was no big deal. It was interesting that Mrs. Price forced the child to put on the old musty sweater. It was also very cold of the teacher not have given in when Rachel started bawling.

This should have signaled the teacher that perhaps the child was right when she said the sweater did not belong to her. Why the child wished she was one hundred and two does not make sense to me. Rather, I would have expected something a little more realistic such as her saying fifty. Section Three Salvador Late or Early Again I noticed that Sandra uses either animals or items related to animals (like caterpillar and feathers) to give us a better picture in her descriptions of items in this section. She compares Salvador’s eyes with the color of a caterpillar.

She describes his wispy thin arms to being stuffed with feathers. Yet, I also notice that she uses other objects to describe things suddenly. Here are a few examples: “. . . hundred little fingers of red, green, yellow, blue and nub of black sticks” to describe crayons “the forty pound body of boy with its geography of scars” to describe his appearance “the hundred balloons of happiness the single guitar of grief” showing us his feelings “flutters in the air before disappearing like a memory of kites” explaining the way it looks as Salvador and his brothers are running across the school yard (10-11).

I get the feeling that Sandra had remember a young boy in her class that she felt sorry for yet, she did not like. First of all, I say this because she is writing a small section here in chapter one. Secondly, by the way she describes him. Thirdly, is due to the fact she explains his living conditions and his family. Perhaps her dislike for Salvador was because he was nobody’s friend and even his teacher could not remember his name. Section Four Mexican Movies Interestingly, I did not notice Ms. Cisneros use colors or animals to describe things in this section. She tells us how the speaker (which is a young girl) likes the Mexican movies.

This is especially true when the sex scenes start because that is when they get quarters to spend on what they want in the lobby. I don’t however think it is as much of the movies themselves as it is the playing in the theater; the money they get to spend; and the loving feeling when her parents carry them upstairs and put them to bed. I believe that it is more of what is going on in the theater also. She says how she likes the actor Pedro Infante the best. However, that is probably because of the women throwing the flowers from the balcony and because he ends his movies with a happy song.

She doesn’t tell us any real reason why she likes the Mexican movies over American movies themselves. She is being entertained by the audience when they are having a good time laughing and carrying on when a child is on stage and his image is reflecting in with the images on the screen. Section Five Barbie-Q Once again Sandra does not use colors or animals to describe things. However, she does describe their Barbies’ in detail. Their physical appearance and their clothing are old, worn out, smoke damaged from a fire, and half melted. Yet, to these children they are the best things in the world. The joy of having the Barbies’ is tremendous.

To the children it does not matter whether the dolls were brand new or not. When children are without and know that they will never be able to have certain things because of the lack of money, they will be content on the simple things they have and receive. Nobody knows that these dolls were fire rejects and the girls couldn’t care less. Having the toys that children who are better off have captivates the girls. Before going to flea market they had to play with the two Barbie dolls they had. They had an old sock for a dress and had to have a make believe Ken, which usually caused them to argue in the end.

Once they saw all the Barbies’ and accessories for sale at the flea market, the girls pleadingly asked their parents to buy some of the toys for them. They now had the makings of a less arguable time when they will be playing with the Barbies’. Section Six Mericans As I read this section, I noticed that the person who is telling the story is not the same in all of these sections. One would not have realized this until one gets to where the grandmother in the church says, “Micaela, you may wait outside with Alfredito and Enrique”(19). Sandra never gave the characters’ names until I reached the second section where she gave us the name Rachel.

I used the name Rachel, up until now, causing me to go back and edit where I thought Rachel was speaking. Realizing my mistake went back and I plugged in the term young girl or unnamed girl instead of using Rachel’s name. This really surprised me and yet it confused me. I had thought that these sections were just different experiences and moments in the same little girls’ life. Micaela does not like her grandmother. She feels she is too strict, a stern person of character. She tells us about the experience of going to church. None of her parents, aunts or uncles go with them.

So grandmother must pray for them all. I get the feeling that the young girl does not like to go to church either. I remember when I was a child I did not like having to go. I would rather have been outside playing with my friends that did not have to go to church. I can tell that Micaela is the only girl in the family and her brothers tease her and don’t really enjoy playing with girls. Yet, she does not let her feelings of sorrow and pains show when she is being teased and when the boys make insults about girls. The funny thing is that the children are outside and not inside of church.

Micaela’s brother Keeks is talking to a lady and man outside of the entrance to the church apparently in Spanish. The couple are from out of town because their appearance told one so. The town probably consists of mostly people who are Mexicans sue to the fact that the lady is wearing pants and the man is wearing shorts. In most other places in the U. S. this would be normal attire. The lady offers Keeks some gum. Yet, when he accepts the gum she becomes surprised when he turns around and speaks English to his brother and sister. She thought that just because he was Mexican that he could not speak English.

This just goes to show the ignorance, stupidity and stereotyping people do just because they see people who are from another culture. They were born here and they are proud to be “Mericans. ” I see this same type of behavior is the east side of Salinas. Gringos will come up and ask a Hispanic if they speak English assuming right off the bat that they only speak Spanish. Section Seven Tepeyac From my interpretation, Tepeyac is a town somewhere deep in Mexico. Looking up the word Tepeyac, I find that there is no such word in the Spanish dictionary.

The story starts out with “When the sky of Tepeyac opens its first thin stars. . . ” is a sure indication of the fact (21). This time Sandra writes not only in the past tense from a child’s view, but also from an adult’s view. Both views are of a town the narrator grew up in and then returned to at a later time. Once again Sandra uses color in her descriptions in the story. She explains how the darkness of night is the color of Japanese blue. This is an odd thing to say. I did not know that there was such a color as Japanese blue. I never heard of this particular shade of blue.

Perhaps it was something she threw in for curiosities’ sake. The way she describes the town reminds me of the town where my spouse is from in Mexico. She talks about a person going to the borrowed country, which he will not remember. I assume Sandra meant the U. S. The narrator is looking back upon the times when life was much simpler and people cared for each other and their homes and community. Upon returning to Tepeyac, the narrator notices how small the house she lived in was. It was large to her as a child. Looking at it now in comparison to where she has been living in the U. S. t is very tiny. It saddens her to see how run down things have become in the town she grew up in. I sense a feeling of disgust of not only strangers living in the house she once had lived in, but also in the changes of the shop that has turned into a pharmacy. Even the dilapidated looks of the basilica with its closed doors and the cars fuming from the pollution they are producing are giving her a sickening feeling. Time and technology have set upon this once quaint town that have produced these feelings. The way things were in the past can not be the same today.. It is the same for me.

When I return to Marina (the town I grew up in) I look around at all the changes since childhood times that I don’t seem to like either. I remember when there were open pastures, horses roaming around on them, children hunting and exploring trails that once were simple times, and will no longer be. I think this is the same for everyone. Their childhood times were good memories and people wish that when they returned to these places they could actually go back in time to the way things used to be. I get the impression that it is supposed to be the older folks who lived and who used to live in this town are supposed to remember how things were.

Yet, it is usually a child who remembers these things, for they were important and everlasting moments that were photographed to their young minds. Chapter Two Section One One Holy Night The main character in this story, a female, was actually taken advantage of by an elderly man. Her name once again is never given to us as are the other characters in this story. The thing I noticed the most about this story however, was that Sandra did not use run on sentences as much. This particular story was excellent. To me I pictured my spouse who was married once before.

She was only sixteen when she was married to a man ten years her elder. This kind of thing bothers me because I see it as a wolf preying upon a young inocent girl. There are a lot of men in the Mexican culture that seem to go after young girls. I see it all the time in Salinas, around the middle schools, guys pull up in their cars around a corner and the young girls hurriedly hop in. Then they zoom off. Strange that such a young girl in the eighth grade would actually fall for a man that is thirty seven years old. I thought it was especially interesting that the young girl’s belly is being rubbed with jade by a witch woman.

The old superstitions that people actually still believe in, in such a modern time as ours. What I did not really understand is that it she is in Mexico, having this old witch woman take care of her yet, she is with her grandmother when she is in labor. It had a real strange twist once I found out that Chaq was actually a murderer of eleven females in the last seven years. I also wonder, since Chaq came from a real poor family and it was found out that he wasn’t really Mayan what language he was speaking in or if he really was using a real language, when he was speaking to the young girl.

I wonder why her family blamed her condition of becoming pregnant of the fact that it was because they were in the U. S. Girls in Mexico seem to leave the nest at a early age. However, it is also true that down there girls are not as likely to fool around out of wedlock due to humiliation and respect for family values. When Chaq showed the young girl all the guns and told her he wanted her to know what he really did, I got the impression that he was probably a gun runner or a robber. In the end of this section, she said that she was going to have five children, two girls, two boys, and one baby whom will be named Alegre.

Since Chaq was called Baby Boy I get the instinct impression that she says that she will have one baby is the son/daughter of Chaq (baby Boy). When I looked up the word Alegre it meant “happy” but it also meant “reckless, thoughtless” and “fast, immoral”; and I assume that the later two is what the name means in this case since this was how the father was. My Tocaya Once again Sandra Cisneros does not write in the style she was using earlier. The sentences are constructed of proper grammar that one would be used to reading. It was peculiar that Sandra used the title My Tocaya.

Patricia could not stand Trish. The only reason she had anything to even do with her was because a cute guy that Trish knew liked her. Tocaya means friend in Spanish. I would not call her me friend. Sandra gets the reader caught up into the story and then she has an abrupt ending. She leaves one hanging. I wanted to know where Trish was when suddenly she appeared at the police station. I also wanted to know whom everyone had mis-identified Trish for. If even her parents thought the dead girl was Trish then who was this girl who resembled her so much?

I thought it bizarre that Patricia would say in the end that Trish could not even die right. Patricia also stated that she never even got to meet Max Lucas Luna Luna. I wonder why if Trish never did die and she came back. What was the reason of never encountering this young man who adorned Trish so much? I would also like to have known what the reason was that Trish had run away. In the story they talk about how the girls were segregated from the boys in two different catholic schools. I was in the same situation as I was growing up. I can relate to this story very well.

I went to Palma High School in Salinas, an all boys’ school. The girls went to Notre Dame, an all girls school. We exchanged some of the girls for the boys for certain situations or special classes. The girls’ school was about a block away. They did not want us together for fear that the boys would try seducing the girls. Chapter Three There Was a Man, There Was a Woman Section One Woman Hollering Creek This story is the title of the book. It was a real sad story about a Mexican woman that married a man from Texas. He brought her back to the town of Seguin.

She did not really pay attention to her father when she was getting married and he told her that he would never abandon her. In other words, he would always be there if she needed him. However, the blinding of love causes many people to not here what someone who loves or cares for us says to us. No one actually knew how the creek got its name. Though rumor has it, that the creek was the weeping woman because La Llorona had drowned her children there. Cleofilas (the Mexican woman in this story) thought that Woman Hollering Creek was a funny name for a creek the first time she heard it as she first crossed the creek.

She just laughed. No one knew if the creek, which was considered a woman, hollered from pain or anger. Shortly after Cleofilas was married and arrived at her new home she was beaten by her spouse. She had always thought that if she was ever in such a predicament that she would fight back and or run away. Consequently, this was not her recourse. She only consoled her husband while he cried in remorse. This would continue on and her husband would not come home many a night only to be out drinking and perhaps carousing.

How familiar this setting is for many women here in the U. S. and in many other parts of the world]. Cleofilas felt she could not go back to her father’s house because the town she came from would look down upon her for coming home with a child and one in the oven. Shame would be brought on her and her family for being without her husband. She would sit beside the creek many a day for this was her place of serenity. Finally, near her expectancy date she pleaded with her husband, to take her to the doctor for the sake of the unborn child. She was afraid that perhaps the child might be turned around inside of her.

This was a tough job in persuading him since she was black and blue from one of his most recent beatings he bestowed upon her. She told him she would tell the doctor that she had fallen down the stairs. Once Cleofilas was in the doctor’s office, the assistant who was going to perform the ultrasound perceived the marks all over Cleofilas, who would only weep every time she neared her. Ultimately, the technician called a friend of hers, because Cleofilas agreed, and asked her to pick up Cleofilas in two days while her husband was at work.

She was to take her to the bus station in San Antonio so Cleofilas could escape the abuse she has been receiving. As the lady, Felice, picked her up and they drove across the creek, the woman let out a very loud hollering sound. This scared Cleofilas and her son who were riding along, feeling very scared that her husband might show up any moment. Felice apologized and told her she does that every time she crosses the creek, because of the name. Suddenly, Cleofilas heard Felice laughing again. However, it was not Felice, realizing that it was a gurgling sound coming from her own throat.

I think that the noise that was coming out of Cleofilas let out of her throat was maybe a little bit of pain and anger from the abuse she was suffering. Yet, I think it was more a relief. I think the creek symbolized the anger, pain, and most of all the relief from tyrants like the abusive men that beat their women and get away with such a sick dastardly deed. I would also like to point out the the name Felice implies happiness. Felice always gives a happy howl when ever she crosses the creek. The noise that Came out of Cleofilas would be related to the happy Felice who just made Cleofilas happy by releasing her from her pain and anger.