I have written this very journal as a way to describe the horrors that have continued to spread amongst me and my fellow neighbors during these dreadfully long days and nights. With the coming of this feared plague, many individuals I had known from day to day will no longer appear in the town center, rather, at all. Our God has cursed us with death of the most grim ways and cursed our greatest and most hardworking men to perish. Just yesterday I noticed an ashy rodent scamper across the town center! To think such a public place, not to mention a place where our own trade occurs, is to be infected all the same as the most quarantined and overrun of areas. My own cousin deceased just last week so suddenly, leaving his already malnourished …show more content…
There is very little money to be found when all our farmers are sick or dead. Though I have escaped the harsh end of this mess, I wish I could take every precautionary measure to assure I have not upset God. Every cough from my neighbors’ mouths remind me of the sins weighing on my back. These same sins have kept me from performing the best I can, I am afraid. However, I fear that my best will never be enough. My life is too short and too frail to make a …show more content…
Word of bountiful money and artisanal crafted goods taunts my weak self. Those city folk thrive with strict immigration laws and high class guilds. I find myself imagining that people in the cities cannot even pay for goods that cost so much. Even the artisans must be dying out. Yet this only makes the desire for material possession even stronger. I suppose people find themselves wanting more materialistically when the threat of death looms near. If only they remained positive, such as I have, with just God in their minds. Their materials will only follow them to hell as those who stayed true to our Lord will ascend when their rightful time has come. I fear this is the end of farming as a lifestyle. My job and my late cousin's job will no longer be a formidable way to stay alive at all and this terrible plague will only make this more evident. As time passes on, more and more people will be doomed to stop working, whether it be from the plague or the economy.
I am overjoyed to say that this will be one of my last journal entries. Although the plague is dreadful and I have avoided it until now, I can feel its clammy fingers taking me as I write this. My body is growing colder. Today may not be my last day but perhaps soon enough I will join God and escape this world
Despite all, their love was not strong enough to fight against the plague. They had prayed every night for help for Alice, but shortly they all fell ill. Together they experienced nausea and violently vomited. They began to swell; hard, painful, burning lumps on their neck, arms and thighs then appeared. Their bumps had turned black, split open and began to ooze yellow, thick puss and blood. They were decaying on the inside; anything that would come out of their bodies would contain blood and soon puddles of blood formed under their skin. They slowing withered away together. The home became repulsing; the flowers in their yard could no longer mask the smells of their rotting bodies and revolting bodily fluids. Alice was the first to leave, then John, Mama, and Papa followed. Together they all fell victim to the Black Plague.
Dialectical Journal Chapters 12-18 Vocabulary 1. Contemptuously- Showing or expressing disdain or scorn. 2. What is the difference between a'smart' and a Prerogative- An exclusive right or privilege.
The sword represents destruction and can signify war. The torch stands for the expansion and the pure light it
1) This quote is an example of an allusion because Holden is referring to the book, David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. Moreover, it doesn't describe it in detail, its just a brief comment.
“African american. 5’8. Female. Brown eyes”, I read the words off a passport only to realize that it belonged to me. I couldn’t get over the little girl that had no smile present at the time. I realized at that moment how much I changed from then to now. I still identify myself as “African american, 5'8. Female. Brown eyes”. Most importantly I know that I’m more than just descriptions in a small book. I would consider myself to be a woman who is sophisticated, intelligent, poised, and blessed. Many people can’t even come up with a list of adjectives to describe themselves, as a result they usually ask the people that are close to them to do so. Not knowing who you are other than what people tell
You woke up a week ago feeling odd. You were not sure what was wrong, but your body was full of aches, you felt hot to the touch, and you kept vomiting. Your mother told you to lay down and rest, hoping it was just a cold. After a few days, you began to feel better, well enough that you wanted to return to the river to watch the trade ships come in. Now, unfortunately, your symptoms have come back with a vengeance – your fever is back along with intense abdominal pain, your mouth is bleeding without being wounded, and every time you vomit, it appears black in color. Also, when you look in the mirror, your skin has changed from the sun-kissed color you have always been to a dull yellow hue. The doctor comes in to examine you; he makes many “tsk tsk” noises and hurries out of the room with a cloth over his face. The doctor mumbles to your mother that he believes you have Yellow Jack and there is nothing more he can do, you are going to die. Your mother weeps uncontrollably yet you cannot react because another horrendous pain in your head has doubled you over. Soon, as you stop shaking and begin to relax, the sounds of the doctor and your mother become white noise and your surroundings begin to dull until you prove the doctor right; another person fell victim to the infectious Yellow Fever virus.
I think that what the author was trying to imply in this passage was that in his personal experience, he has noticed that many people take many things for granted and that they don’t live their lives according to what they want and need to do. So much is wasted during one’s lifetime, and people just allow their lives to pass them by.
.... In the Wake of the Plague; The Black Death and the World it Made. New York: The Free Press, 2001. Print.
Two cheerful children ran down the hallways of the (Insert Last Name Of Isamu's Family) family home.A fire red haired girl slammed the door behind her and it was open again by her best friend.Without looking back the girl loaded her vow with a regular arrow and shot it backwards towards her unsuspecting friend.A quick slice later and the arrow was cut in half by Isamu's sword.Daylight danced around them as the true neck wearing boy pulled ahead and ran full speed to the door of their school.
This book has great balances of love interests, actions, and internal conflict with characters. It has an interesting story so far with new pieces coming up every few chapters that are very important. Like Al attacking Tris, Eric talking about Divergents and how the rebels must be eliminated. Tris and Four are developing feelings for each other, which I find weird because he is basically her teacher. They are only two years apart, so the relationship is not that awkward. In this journal I will be predicting, evaluating, and questioning.
4. At that moment I couldn’t feel any more cynical about the way my friend was acting out.
6. (CC) Since Madame Loisel is the protagonist; I would say the necklace itself is the antagonist. As you can tell from the title of this short story, the necklace is the center of the conflict that is created to the Loisels. It is after Madame loses the necklace that all the trouble begins. Also, the necklace causes them misery and they end up being in debt. Madame and her husband had to work harder than they ever before to pay off the
1. “Then, touching the brim of his cap, he headed for home and the day’s work, unaware that it would be his last.” (page 15, paragraph 1)
"Plague, Plague Information, Black Death Facts, News, Photos -- National Geographic." National Geographic. N.p., n.d. Web. 28 Apr. 2014. .
In conclusion the virus that had raged its way through Europe was so deadly, virulent and lethal that victims were reported to go to bed healthy and died in their sleep. This disease ripped society apart. This plague has killed many and ruined the lives of others.