"Wright, you cannot be serious about this. I have never considering you having these types of feelings for me. I do hope this isn't some sort of trick Larry put you up to." He eyed Phoenix questionably, watching intently for any sign of this being an act. It was possible he was imagining it, but Phoenix did not look like he was joking. The slumped posture--even more than usual--and the eyes looking everywhere but him. They appeared to be moist. Appeared. Which meant that it could still be his imagination, but each second of silence was rising the doubt meter another notch. "Wright?" He said the name softly, as if afraid of hurting his friend albeit rival.
"I'm sorry, Edgeworth," came the small answer as Phoenix stepped forward, closer to him. Phoenix's cheeks were flushed from the embarrassment of everything that had happened and it took more courage than he would admit to give Edgeworth any kind of a response, for it was all too obvious the prosecutor could never share the feelings he had. However, he would no longer deny them and he had made the resolution to inform Edgeworth, lest he do something rash that he might regret, and that Edgeworth might as well. His head rose to make a final statement. "I love you."
That was what set it off. Not only the knowledge that Phoenix was truly in love with him, but that he really was affected that strongly. Why did he have to be such an open book? Once glance would tell you the way he was waiting to take the blow of rejection and that he would try to take it gracefully, but most likely end up crying beside his bike for a few hours. How unbearable it was to see that unveil with your own eyes, or to know full well what's going on. He could not allow his friend to carry on in that manner...
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...t Edgeworth. After the drama of the day before, they could finally just have fun, as much fun as a wet blanket like Edgeworth could have. He snicked at the thought and knocked on the door. When his fist made contact with the door, it squeaked open. "Edgeworth?" he shouted. There was no answer. He went further into the house, first into the first bedroom he could find, which definitely belonged to the one he was looking for, but that person did not happen to be in it. Knowing the little workaholic as well as he did, he next thought to try the office. It wasn't hard to find, but within it was not what he wanted either. His gaze caught onto a piece of paper that had his name written on the top in red ink. It was a familiar situation, Edgeworth and his notes. The message it contained was short and sweet, exactly the way Edgeworth liked to keep things.
I don't love you.
In Sherman Alexie’s “This Is What It Means to Say Phoenix, Arizona” and “Dead Men’s Path”, the reader is given a glimpse into two different stories but share many similar characteristics of traditions. Tradition is the handing down of statements, beliefs, legends, customs, information and cultures within a group of people from generation to generation. However, these two stories will reveal that the protagonists in these stories, Michael from “Dead Men’s Path” and Victor from “This Is What It Means to Say Phoenix, Arizona,” will ignore their own traditions that they face throughout the story. In other words, the protagonists are westernized and have forgotten their own culture, which reflects the theory of the melting pot. The ignorance of ancestry and traditions brings the worst fates into the lives of the protagonists in each story.
In the early nineteenth century during the presidency of Andrew Jackson and the debate of the Indian Removal Bill came one of the most important accomplishments of the Cherokee Nation, their own newspaper written in their own language. This experiment in Indian journalism began on February 21, 1828 in the Cherokee capital of New Echota. The paper employed a minimum staff of three to four people throughout its duration, often dismissing and rehiring printers. However, the most noteworthy of these were the people who first employed by the paper: journeyman printer John F. Wheeler, printer Isaac Harris, and editor Elias Boudinot. These men helped to further Cherokee nationalism by using a simple syllabery script, developed by a mixed blood Cherokee named Sequayah, that allowed the Cherokee language to be written.
Feeling a little sympathy for Freddie, the detective drops his head for a second; closing his eyes, he searches for the proper words that might calm this distraught soul.
“Pardon me?” Miss Allen asked, finally putting an end to the creepy ass moment of deadly silence. The perplexed expression on her face grew more confound with each passing second, but the gentleness in her eyes remained the same.
P encourages Arnold to be better in life. Mr. P is responsible for Junior’s fight against hopelessness and his wish of not giving up hope and realizing dreams. Mr. P, at first, appears to be your average teacher who hates their job, stuck in the middle, and can’t achieve a higher level job. Everyone thought that Mr. P looked really weird. He was only 4 feet tall, had no hair, but had dandruff, there would be food stains on his shirt, visible nose hair, and weighed maybe 50 pounds but only when he’s carrying his 15 pound briefcase. But the strangest thing about Mr. P is that sometimes he forgot to come to school. He tried to start a reservation Shakespeare Theatre Company, but failed miserably. Oftentimes, students would have to be sent down to the housing compound behind the school to wake Mr. P, who is always napping in front of his television. He sometimes teaches classes in his pajamas. He is fairly popular among the students, as not much is asked out of the students. On Junior’s first day back to school, he is given a Geometry book. But on the first page of the book, he sees the words “This book belongs to Agnes Adams.” Agnes Adams is his mother, which meant that the book was over 30 years old. Enraged by this thought, he threw his book at Mr. P. Consequently, Arnold is suspended for a week. Mr. P goes to talk to him. He talks to him about his sister, and how she used to write romance novels, but then suddenly stopped, and telling Junior things about
...f questions and she answers all of them respectfully and honestly. Phoenix cleverly distracts the man, with the two dogs that are fighting and he goes off to scare the big black one away by shooting at it. It is when he comes back and points his gun at her, that Phoenix shows no fear if it. When she is asked if she is afraid of it, her reply is, “No sir, I seen plenty go off closer by, in my day, and for less than what I done” (Welty 58). Her unusual courage shows just how far racism stretches. Normally a human being would show fear when staring a gun down, but with years of white people making slaves out of them; black people had learn to face persecution head on. Therefore, Phoenix faced her trial head on, and the white hunter left with a little more respect for her than before. Which in the society she lived in respect was a gift and to be cherished.
Welty presents Phoenix, throughout the story, as a determined woman who is persuaded by compassion and encouraged by humor to defeat the hindrances so that she can help her chronically ill grandson. This story gives a wonderful lesson for all people who feel like the afflictions of life are too immense to overcome, and also provides advices for how to persevere when realizing goals that may seem impossible. Consequently, the ways Welty uses symbolism to make clear of how difficult Phoenix’s mission is, but the way she depicts her character shows how humor and compassion help a person make it through tough situations.
The character Thomas from “This Is What It Means To Say Phoenix, Arizona,” uses his stories, his money, knowledge, and understanding as he tries to help his friend, Victor, with his father’s death. Thomas is a indian who enjoys telling his stories to everyone. When he hears that his Victor’s father died, he goes to the trading post, where his Victor was heading.The birds, the wind, the sunlight told Thomas that his Victor’s father had died, and he happened to see his Victor’s mom mourning at the trading post.Throughout the rest of the story, Thomas pursue to help Victor get to Phoenix to get his father’s ashes, and his father’s valuable possessions. However, Thomas's stories and kindness allows him to help Victor and Victor’s situation with
Her trip is full of obstacles, from bushes of thorns that get caught in her dress, to her crossing of a creek. These elements complicate the conflict and increase the readers' curiosity about the plot. Phoenix can't trust her eyes, choosing instead to walk along with her eyes closed and sense her way with the help of her cane. While needed rest forces her to stop for a while, she has a vision of a little boy handing her a slice of marble cake. So many questions arise in the minds of the readers. Who was the little boy? Is she halluci...
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
Agnes Bohaxhiu, other wise known as Mother Teresa, is known worldwide as one of the most remarkable missionaries. Following the call of her Lord, Mother Teresa traveled to the slums of India to serve Christ. Her work was based on the verse, Matthew 25: 35:
He smiled. "That is from the 'Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.' Here's another one. 'In the room the women come and go/Talking of Michael Angelo.' Does that suggest anything to you, sir?"
In Zora Hurston’s novel Their Eyes Were Watching God, the centralized character, Janie Mae Crawford, embarks on a long quest to find the meaning of true love. Like many people, she begins her journey not knowing what love is. Janie encounters many obstacles in her quest for love. But what is true love and how does one know when they have found it? Thesis: Janie’s blind quest for love. It seems that Janie’s destiny is decided for her despite her idealistic and naïve view of love and marriage. Even though it appears that “her dream was dead”, she accepts her fate and “became a woman”, Hurston shows us that though suppressed at times Janie never gives up her dream (25). The symbolic use of the pear tree not only sets the bar high for Janie’s expectation of marriage and love as a partnership like the “bee [sinking] into the sanctum of a bloom” leading to the “ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to the tiniest branch” but also a need for personal fulfillment (11). Her journey to find herself begins under the pear tree but she had to travel through her marriage to the respectable, dependable Logan Killick, wind through her marriage to the showy Joe “Jody” Starks and end up with the love of her life Vergile “Tea Cake” Woods.
During the Middle Ages, Courtly love was a code which prescribed the conduct between a lady and her lover (Britannica). The relationship of courtly love was very much like the feudal relationship between a knight and his liege. The lover serves his beloved, in the manner a servant would. He owes his devotion and allegiance to her, and she inspires him to perform noble acts of valor (Schwartz). Capellanus writes, in The Art of Courtly Love, “A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved”. The stories of Marie de France and Chrétien de Troyes illustrate the conventions of courtly love.
The last time Mike and I had talked must have been at his wedding back in June, a rather sordid affair which featured a decrepit colored minister and synthetic flowers adornments, which littered the quaint chapel’s pews. Poor Mike. Ever since his father’s paper business- nay, paper empire- collapsed, Mike’s been living like a pauper. No more luncheon cocktails or tailored suits. He had to get a job. He even ended up marrying the daughter of a high school teacher- pretty little thing, but rather dull if you asked me. Oh what was her name?