his brains leak out, call to confirm, get the cash and leave. Easy. The stuck up prick went to the machines downstairs to get a pop at around 8:37 in the morning, roughly five minutes after he arrived in his posh, professional office probably with a gold or bronze name plate that showed he did none of the work but took all the credit. This bloke worked for five minutes then had to get something sugary and chock full of caffeine to drown himself in and no one would call him out on it, after all, he
also how Charles Dickens writes beyond the traditional criteria. Charles Dickens writes about the controversial issues on class through the Bildungsroman genre. At the beginning of the book Pip is young and innocent but as interactions with the cold-hearted Estella occur I feel he starts to lose himself and by the end he has become conceited and quite a spoilt person. We see Pip's sense of morals change throughout the book, for example right at the beginning we see Pip describing what he
believes that the Lusitania is "a much more interesting and historical story - and you don't have to make up any phoney romance the way they did with the Titanic." It is a story which involves US President Woodrow Wilson, Winston Churchill and the still unanswered question of what the liner was carrying on board. The Lusitania, pride of the Cunard line, was sailing from New York for the port of Liverpool when a single torpedo from a German U-boat crashed into her hull between the third and fourth
Night came. A dirty black night with rain. The 'light shower' brought with it an ominous mist and the noise of the rain pulsed throughout the entire house. It smelt damp. It was a rhythm like no other but it made my skin crawl. Tonight was the night. "It's time to dance," I proclaimed to no one, seen as I knew I was alone. I began to get ready. Firstly, I put on a plain, jet black t-shirt and a pair of skin-tight, also black as the night, jeggings - a mutated cross-breed of jeans and leggings. I began
humorous historical account, as biting social satire . . . I'm sure I could go on. This is a book that has delighted generations of readers - it's rollingly funny, rife with adventure - and hopelessly morbid. That's right. I read Huckleberry Finn and it made me think of death. The novel has a strange way of dealing with death. There's a pretty high body count, yet each individual demise becomes an opportunity for high comedy. We laugh, and the novel will laugh with us. But it won't cry. Perhaps
that resided in her forest green eyes was gone. It was replaced by something different, something new, something that hasn't been there in years. It was something that seems to light up her face. It almost seemed like... happiness. The sixteen year old fixed the morning tea, as usual. This time, she did something different. Sirius slipped a pale hand into the pocket of her dressing gown. She pulled out a small vile. She poured half of the contents into one of the small tea cups. A wicked smirk crept
remember a thing. Nothing at all came. Even if I could remember was I come in from it was very dark and I couldn’t see at all now. It was obvious to me that I would have to stay there the whole night, but I hadn’t any thought of where to stay. …I’m still bleeding a lot; well not as much as it was. I did not know my way around yet so I just started to stroll along. As a few minuets passed on by I am again on a trail to no ware. There on the other side I could see a small path. I hoped that the path
novel. This tale is none other than Beauty and the Beast, which was part of one of Perrault’s compilations. Bronte uses the ideas and themes of Beauty and the Beast to reveal the importance of inner beauty and to make a point that it’s what’s inside a person that counts. The beauty that can be found through outward appearance is superficial. A person’s inner beauty as shown through the relationship of Jane and Rochester can overcome society’s ideas of what constitute being beautiful. We know that
patio with its wing arched unnaturally beneath it. "Is it possible that it's still alive?" I ask. My father shakes his head. "Well..." he sighs. His face looks pained in the moment that the bird's body thumps against the window and drops to the ground--then it softens to grief. A small pool of blood emerges from beneath its body. I cock my head at the mystery of this bird that mistook our window for air. Your body grows cold already, Texas patio dove. Penguins spend up to seventy-five percent
Journey of Self-discovery Brian Moore's The Luck of Ginger Coffey When Ginger Coffey brought his family to Canada from Ireland, little did he know that he would attain partial triumph by discovering "himself and the refugee among the lame and the old". With the aid of those around him, Coffey pursued personal freedom and status in his adopted country. He stumbled through a journey of self-discovery while materialism obstructed his vision. The importance of his family rooted Coffey to his homeland