House Of Cards Chapter Summaries

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Prologue:
History has always been an area of interest. How can we live our present and anticipate the future if we don’t have a fundamental base? In other words, how did our past shape us and led us to be who we are? This abstract, almost ineffable question has been the focus of man researches and theories. To demonstrate one of many interpretations of this debate, let the earth and our lives be a house of cards; each piece of information or a memory is a card that is added each day above the cards that already exist. Thus, some kind of a pyramid is created. Yet it is so fragile, that if the house of cards is not built properly and if it doesn’t have a powerfully built base, new cards will only cause damage. Elaborating this theory, in order …show more content…

Without the history, this well-oiled machine that is the human race and the earth will cease to exist. As new cards are added, the base is less strong, and less destructible. This is a story of an eager, courageous, eccentric child who prevented the destruction of the historic house of cards.
Chapter 1:
It was a dreary night when Jean just couldn’t sleep. It was already 1am, and, desperately, he opened his eyes, while realizing his night is ruined. Since the street was blocked by the police, memories of the past have been haunting him; chasing him; torturing him. That is, seeing what he saw was so unusual to the regular world. Yes, he was completely sane, thank you for asking. It wasn’t merely his imagination which produced these stories. “Did you get me a Mummy” asked Adrien, disparaging Jean who insisted he visited Ancient Egypt the night …show more content…

She has been there for him in his hardest years, after his grandfather, or her husband, Francois, passed away because of the very same enemy. This led to his father’s addiction to alcohol. And yet, he has had joyous memories from his home. He remembered the annual Christmas feast, for example, when the overpowering, tempting smell of his mother’s cinnamon Palmiers just wouldn’t leave the house. Furthermore, he remembered how his mom, Margaux, of whom he was so proud, bought a Père Noël custom, and every year, unsuccessfully attempted to pretend to be him and bury the Christmas presents in the shoes. He appreciated his mother. She was a woman in her forties, quite short, and slim. She was neither muscular, nor weak, and always wore velvet clothes and a small handkerchief. As appropriate to a French woman, she was meticulously well-kept; her eyebrows perfectly shaped as a narrow semi-circle, her eyelashes, long and straight, her long, black, wavy hair, her almost-perfect, straight teeth, and that one askew tooth which is her identifying mark, and symbolizes even she wasn’t perfect. And she wasn’t. Despite her compassionate, ultimately-smiling face, Margaux espoused tough love, as her way of education. It wasn’t too hard to make her scream, but at the end, Jean knew she loves him. After these crises, his mother gradually began to be more and more

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