"Just a story"
In that I was born a rat, there is no tragedy. "In each creature there is a breathing of Gods". So my teacher spoke. Much worse that I was born a clever rat. And that is legible of outlined life, which one is conducted by me. People, for me there is nothing interesting and unpredictable. Therefore, with the very first weeks of the existence I tried to be pulled out from a cellar in searches of fresh impressions, other than fairly frightening images of the parents. To me in general there always was a special attention. The problem was that I was born white. Completely white, sparkling, as my teacher said. Everyone in our colony was dirty gray, and I was born white. The leaders marked it at once as a tag, and my mother was shaking every time when I departed on a walk from the house. She left out, that her Bella – so I was called – is very clever and cautious. Once in front of the house a corpse of one of the oldest rats was laying, crushed by an automobile. Upon seeing the turned up, insipid muzzle with the intestines out of the stomach… mother never could get rid of obsess ional memories and phobia, that something similar can happen to somebody from her family. And on the first place in the candidate list was always I.
As soon as I was taken off from mother’s chest, I have started having conversations with the teacher – an aged rat with a nickname Mavr. He told me about the world in which we live, about the people who become a ruling race on the ground, about our antagonism with human civilization and at the same time - our relation to it. His stories, as I now realize, were rather poor, because, being pulled out from a cellar, I have seen so much interesting, new and mysterious, that the Mavr’s lessons seemed miserable abstracts of genuine life on ground. Nevertheless I am grateful to him for everything. Mavr was in his own way wise and independent, deferring from many other rats, who were primitive, as though programmed for eating, sleeping, having sex and dying.
Cellar, in which one our colony was leaving, belonged to a large, not very aged house. When I just started the travels among its floors I was drawn by unconscious curiosity.
Inside the house there were “piles of Tupperware and glass dishes” (19). Outside there was a shed, garden, trees, and a river. There was an office. There were “brass numbers” hanging “on the front porch” (19).
This extract emphasises the lonely, outworld feeling that would have been felt living in such settings. This puts into perspective the feeling that will be felt during the coarse of the plot development.
... in that barren hall with its naked stair... rising into the dim upper hallway where an echo spoke which was not mine ut rather that of the lost irrevocable might-have-been which haunts all houses, all enclosed walls erected by human hands, not for shelter, not for warmth, but to hide from the world's curious looking and seeing the dark turnings which the ancient young delusions of pride and hope and ambition (ay, and love too) take.
chambers in the mansion (p. 11)," the atmosphere of the room lingers an ominous and creepy
“The Black Rat” explores the days during and after World War Two. It also honours Iris’s father as a war hero. The poem has described how the soldier lived during the war and the effort he demonstrated when fighting for his land. The phrase, “He lived in a tin hut with a hard dirt floor. He had bags sewn together that was his door,” gives the reader an
The human experience is a special one; The conscious human ability to observe and perceive the world in ways beyond simple or primary observation was brought upon by the rapid evolution of humans, and has helped us grow into the modern beings we are: complex; layered; empathetic, and thoughtful. With these uncommon and advanced qualities comes the realization that there are many ways of viewing our world (man’s world), for all humans develop consciousness; and each individual is shaped by the experiences, knowledge and wisdom of both themselves and others. This quarter we analyzed the theme: a different view of man’s world, through various forms of literature including: Lord of the Flies by William Golding, The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka,
It has one locked door, and no window. A little light seeps in dustily between cracks in the boards, secondhand from a cobwebbed window somewhere across the cellar. In one corner of the little room a couple of mops, with stiff, clotted, foul-smelling heads, stand near a rusty bucket. The floor is dirt, a little damp to the touch, as cellar dirt usually is. The room is about three paces long and two wide: a mere broom closet or disused tool room. In the room a child is sitting (Guin).
During Odysseus’ encounter with the cyclops, Polyphemus, Odysseus exhibits arête through cleverness and true leadership as he and his men escape from the one-eyed monster. Polyphemus, the son of Poseidon, finds Odysseus, who claims his name is “Noman,” and his men in his cave dining on the monster’s cheese and milk. This angers Polyphemus, and he soon devours two of Odysseus’ crew members. Then, rather than using brute force and killing the cyclops on the spot, he acts with cleverness and leadership. Odysseus offers him wine and intoxicates him, to the point where he falls asleep. Then, they sharpen and sear Polyphemus’ staff, and Odysseus describes to King Alcinous of Phaeacia, “...my men gathered round me, for heaven had filled their hearts with courage. We drove the sharp end of ...
Born out of wed-lock to a rebellious teen-aged mother in an era when unwed mothers were uncommon, Bella Rose became known as he homeliest child the people of Homewood, Montana, had ever seen. Born with odd facial features and a club foot, she would later be stricken with poliomyelitis, resulting in further disability. Unsuccessful attempts to correct her severe spinal curvature defect resulted in even more damage to her face.
Historically, domestic violence has been a devastating social problem affecting individuals from every segment of the American society irrespective of race, class, age, religion, sexual orientation, nationality and economic status. Although, men to a smaller extent experience domestic violence, it is usually understood as a women 's issue; which inadvertently affects children. Approximately, 85 to 95% of victims are females (Laney, 2010). Every 9 seconds in the United States, a woman is assaulted or beaten (National Domestic Violence Statistics, 2014). 72% of all murder-suicides involve an intimate partner and 94% of the victims of these murder suicides are females. Moreover, 9.4% of women in the United States have been raped by an intimate partner in their lifetime (National Domestic Violence Statistics, 2014). Intimate partner violence
Grose, “‘It was Quint’s own fancy. To play with him, I mean—to spoil him. She paused for a moment; then she added: ‘Quint was much too free’” (24). Mrs. Grose could be referring to Peter Quint having corrupted or being a bad influence to the children, especially Miles. The reason for Mrs. Grose to think it in such way is because Peter Quint behaved as he pleased. In fact, he made of the prior governess, Miss Jessel, infamous after they both got involved in romantic relationship. Quint practically broke the social hierarchy, which existed during James’s time, by sustaining this egregious relationship with Miss Jessel. Furthermore, considering that the relationship was against the rules, it proves how much of a troublemaker Quint was during his time on earth. As result, such rebellion and anarchy this could have had a strong influence and effect on Miles. The Governess wonders why then Miles does not ever mention Quint, “It does strike me that my pupils have never mentioned—” (24). The main reason it strikes the Governess why Miles has never mentioned anything about Quint is because of Mrs. Grose’s claims that Miles and Quint were great friends and used to spent a lot of time together. The Governess suspects that Miles never mentions Quint because he does not want her to think or suspect that he knows about Quint’s apparitions around the house, letting the reader think she is the only one
The fact that the governess is able to take Mrs. Grose completely into confidence has less to do with the governess than it does Mrs. Grose. The evidence the governess introduces to Mrs. Grose is not persuasive, however Mrs. Grose is an illiterate woman who’s deeply invested in Miles and Flora. In general, she's an uncomplicated, caring, unquestioning woman; that the Governess uses her both as a confidante and an informational tool,
In this paper I will discuss two poems by Sharon Olds. They are both taken from her collection “The Dead and the Living” and are entitled “The Eye” and “Poem to My Husband from my Fathers Daughter.”
I spent a month over the summer of 2002 trekking in Borneo with a team of 15 other boys from my school. This was the first time that I had traveled outside England, my home, to a destination that was not geared towards hosting tourists. The expedition provided me with a very interesting perspective on the march of developed culture across the globe. The tourism industry is simply one example of this expansion, but it is an interesting example because it is the industry that takes the public to these “exotic” lands.
Even though the sample of victims is low compared to the total population of people and families, there is a large percentage of the families that are not victims of domestic violence. The data in which was collected is based on age, gender, education, and race. The minority races did not show that it affected the chances for victims to be present. Marriage status indicates that it is less likely to occur in a family household with a couple that has a good relationship and marriage. However when putting race and size of the household together, the statistics increased the likelihood of domestic violence to