A man comes to his old house on his father's annual ceremony.A yearly ritual.He has a younger brother and there are a few issues between them. His mother is more like a partial member than a witness.Continue reading the first segment of this interesting tale.
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1010 Essay
Short Story Analysis/ Comparison
Stories include:
1. “The Story of an Hour”-Chopin
3. “Bluebeard”-Perrault
*You must use and cite at least 4 outside sources (you don’t have to include story
Analysis of story(s)
Film versions
Other versions of story (compare)
*Length- 4-6 pgs+ works cited page
Analyze any one of the stories by breaking it into and analyzing all of its elements.
In final folder:
a. Outline
b. Rough Drafts/ Peer
c. Final Draft
Blue Beard
Charles Perrault
There was once a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate,
embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold. But this man was so unlucky as to have a blue
beard, which made him so frightfully ugly that all the women and girls ran away from him.
One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were perfect beauties. He desired of her
one of them in marriage, leaving to her choice which of the two she would bestow on him. Neither of them
would have him, and they sent him backwards and forwards from one to the other, not being able to bear
the thoughts of marrying a man who had a blue beard. Adding to their disgust and aversion was the fact
that he already had been married to several wives, and nobody knew what had become of them.
Blue Beard, to engage their affection, took them, with their mother and three or four ladies of their
acquaintance, with other young people of the neighborhood, to one of his country houses, where they
stayed a whole week.
The time was filled with parties, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth, and feasting. Nobody went to bed, but all
passed the night in rallying and joking with each other. In short, everything succeeded so well that the
youngest daughter began to think that the man's beard was not so very blue after all, and that he was a
mighty civil gentleman.
As soon as they returned home, the marriage was concluded. About a month afterwards, Blue Beard told
his wife that he was obliged to take a country journey for six weeks at least, about affairs of very great
consequence. He desired her to divert herself in his absence, to send for her friends and acquaintances, to
take them into the country, if she pleased, and to make good cheer wherever she was.
"Here," said he," are the keys to the two great wardrobes, wherein I have my best furniture. These are to
my silver and gold plate, which is not everyday in use. These open my strongboxes, which hold my money,
both gold and silver; these my caskets of jewels. And this is the master key to all my apartments. But as for
this little one here, it is the key to the closet at the end of the great hall on the ground floor. Open them all;
go into each and every one of them, except that little closet, which I forbid you, and forbid it in such a
manner that, if you happen to open it, you may expect my just anger and resentment."
She promised to observe, very exactly, .
This document contains a short story by Katherine Mansfield titled "A Dill Pickle" from 1917. The story is summarized as follows:
1) The story describes a chance meeting between a woman, Vera, and a man she knew six years ago. They catch up over coffee, and he reminisces about their past relationship and trips he has taken to places they had dreamed of visiting together like Russia.
2) As they talk, Vera remembers different moments from their time together in the past. She recalls him interrupting her conversations and an afternoon they spent together at Kew Gardens.
3) The man talks animatedly about his travels and a picnic in Russia where the coachman offered them a sour d
This document provides a lengthy narrative about the narrator's experiences with their teacher and travels. It can be summarized as follows:
1) The narrator recalls their time studying under their teacher, who was a small but talented scholar who taught them critical thinking skills.
2) The narrator goes on to describe traveling frequently, visiting places like hotels, libraries, and religious sites. They observe the people and communities they encounter.
3) The narrator reflects on the passage of time and how their friends have scattered, leaving them wondering where one friend is now. Their narrative touches on themes of memory and change.
This document provides a thematic analysis of Charles Perrault's story "Bluebeard" based on Pinkola Estes' work "Women Who Run With Wolves". The analysis is presented over multiple themes that explore concepts like ignoring intuition, the dangers of social situations lowering one's guard, getting caught up in material possessions instead of the real issues, and the life or death consequences of exploring the unconscious mind. In the end, the wife finds hope through prayer and faith even when help seems far, and her brothers arrive just in time to slay Bluebeard before he can kill her, restoring balance.
D I S G R A C E
J . M . C o e t z e e
s c a n n e d b y h e y s t
ONE
FOR A MAN of his age, fifty-two, divorced, he has, to his mind, solved the problem of sex rather well.
On Thursday afternoons he drives to Green Point. Punctually at two p.m. he presses the buzzer at the
entrance to Windsor Mansions, speaks his name, and enters. Waiting for him at the door of No. 113 is
Soraya. He goes straight through to the bedroom, which is pleasant-smelling and softly lit, and undresses.
Soraya emerges from the bathroom, drops her robe, slides into bed beside him. 'Have you missed me?' she
asks. 'I miss you all the time,' he replies. He strokes her honey-brown body, unmarked by the sun; he
stretches her out, kisses her breasts; they make love.
Soraya is tall and slim, with long black hair and dark, liquid eyes. Technically he is old enough to be her
father; but then, technically, one can be a father at twelve. He has been on her books for over a year; he
finds her entirely satisfactory. In the desert of the week Thursday has become an oasis of luxe et volupté.
In bed Soraya is not effusive. Her temperament is in fact rather quiet, quiet and docile. In her general
opinions she is surprisingly moralistic. She is offended by tourists who bare their breasts (`udders', she
calls them) on public beaches; she thinks vagabonds should be rounded up and put to work sweeping the
streets. How she reconciles her opinions with her line of business he does not ask.
Because he takes pleasure in her, because his pleasure is unfailing, an affection has grown up in him for
her. To some degree, he believes, this affection is reciprocated. Affection may not be love, but it is at least
its cousin. Given their unpromising beginnings, they have been lucky, the two of them: he to have found
her, she to have found him.
His sentiments are, he is aware, complacent, even uxorious. Nevertheless he does not cease to hold to
them.
For a ninety-minute session he pays her R400, of which half goes to Discreet Escorts. It seems a pity that
Discreet Escorts should get so much. But they own No. 113 and other flats in Windsor Mansions; in a
sense they own Soraya too, this part of her, this function.
He has toyed with the idea of asking her to see him in her own time. He would like to spend an evening
with her, perhaps even a whole night. But not the morning after. He knows too much about himself to
subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.
That is his temperament. His temperament is not going to change, he is too old for that. His temperament
is fixed, set. The skull, followed by the temperament: the two hardest parts of the body.
Follow your temperament. It is not a philosophy, he would not dignify it with that name. It is a rule, like
the Rule of St Benedict.
He is in good health, his mind is clear. By profession he is, or has been, a scholar, and scholarship still
eng.
The narrator has been seeing a prostitute named Soraya every Thursday for over a year. One Saturday, he sees Soraya in public with her two sons. This discovery unsettles their relationship. Soraya eventually stops seeing the narrator, saying her mother is ill. When he calls the escort agency, they say Soraya has left and offer another woman. The narrator is now pursuing a new secretary from his department instead.
This document provides a summary of the translator's preface to Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. It describes Dostoyevsky's background, including that he came from a poor but deeply religious family. It details how he was arrested in 1849 for being part of a radical thinking group, was sentenced to death but had his sentence commuted at the last moment, and then spent four years in prison and penal servitude in Siberia. It also notes he suffered from epilepsy for the rest of his life after this ordeal. The summary provides context about Dostoyevsky's life experiences that shaped his writing.
A man comes to his old house on his father's annual ceremony.A yearly ritual.He has a younger brother and there are a few issues between them. His mother is more like a partial member than a witness.Continue reading the first segment of this interesting tale.
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1010 Essay
Short Story Analysis/ Comparison
Stories include:
1. “The Story of an Hour”-Chopin
3. “Bluebeard”-Perrault
*You must use and cite at least 4 outside sources (you don’t have to include story
Analysis of story(s)
Film versions
Other versions of story (compare)
*Length- 4-6 pgs+ works cited page
Analyze any one of the stories by breaking it into and analyzing all of its elements.
In final folder:
a. Outline
b. Rough Drafts/ Peer
c. Final Draft
Blue Beard
Charles Perrault
There was once a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate,
embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold. But this man was so unlucky as to have a blue
beard, which made him so frightfully ugly that all the women and girls ran away from him.
One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were perfect beauties. He desired of her
one of them in marriage, leaving to her choice which of the two she would bestow on him. Neither of them
would have him, and they sent him backwards and forwards from one to the other, not being able to bear
the thoughts of marrying a man who had a blue beard. Adding to their disgust and aversion was the fact
that he already had been married to several wives, and nobody knew what had become of them.
Blue Beard, to engage their affection, took them, with their mother and three or four ladies of their
acquaintance, with other young people of the neighborhood, to one of his country houses, where they
stayed a whole week.
The time was filled with parties, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth, and feasting. Nobody went to bed, but all
passed the night in rallying and joking with each other. In short, everything succeeded so well that the
youngest daughter began to think that the man's beard was not so very blue after all, and that he was a
mighty civil gentleman.
As soon as they returned home, the marriage was concluded. About a month afterwards, Blue Beard told
his wife that he was obliged to take a country journey for six weeks at least, about affairs of very great
consequence. He desired her to divert herself in his absence, to send for her friends and acquaintances, to
take them into the country, if she pleased, and to make good cheer wherever she was.
"Here," said he," are the keys to the two great wardrobes, wherein I have my best furniture. These are to
my silver and gold plate, which is not everyday in use. These open my strongboxes, which hold my money,
both gold and silver; these my caskets of jewels. And this is the master key to all my apartments. But as for
this little one here, it is the key to the closet at the end of the great hall on the ground floor. Open them all;
go into each and every one of them, except that little closet, which I forbid you, and forbid it in such a
manner that, if you happen to open it, you may expect my just anger and resentment."
She promised to observe, very exactly, .
This document contains a short story by Katherine Mansfield titled "A Dill Pickle" from 1917. The story is summarized as follows:
1) The story describes a chance meeting between a woman, Vera, and a man she knew six years ago. They catch up over coffee, and he reminisces about their past relationship and trips he has taken to places they had dreamed of visiting together like Russia.
2) As they talk, Vera remembers different moments from their time together in the past. She recalls him interrupting her conversations and an afternoon they spent together at Kew Gardens.
3) The man talks animatedly about his travels and a picnic in Russia where the coachman offered them a sour d
This document provides a lengthy narrative about the narrator's experiences with their teacher and travels. It can be summarized as follows:
1) The narrator recalls their time studying under their teacher, who was a small but talented scholar who taught them critical thinking skills.
2) The narrator goes on to describe traveling frequently, visiting places like hotels, libraries, and religious sites. They observe the people and communities they encounter.
3) The narrator reflects on the passage of time and how their friends have scattered, leaving them wondering where one friend is now. Their narrative touches on themes of memory and change.
This document provides a thematic analysis of Charles Perrault's story "Bluebeard" based on Pinkola Estes' work "Women Who Run With Wolves". The analysis is presented over multiple themes that explore concepts like ignoring intuition, the dangers of social situations lowering one's guard, getting caught up in material possessions instead of the real issues, and the life or death consequences of exploring the unconscious mind. In the end, the wife finds hope through prayer and faith even when help seems far, and her brothers arrive just in time to slay Bluebeard before he can kill her, restoring balance.
D I S G R A C E
J . M . C o e t z e e
s c a n n e d b y h e y s t
ONE
FOR A MAN of his age, fifty-two, divorced, he has, to his mind, solved the problem of sex rather well.
On Thursday afternoons he drives to Green Point. Punctually at two p.m. he presses the buzzer at the
entrance to Windsor Mansions, speaks his name, and enters. Waiting for him at the door of No. 113 is
Soraya. He goes straight through to the bedroom, which is pleasant-smelling and softly lit, and undresses.
Soraya emerges from the bathroom, drops her robe, slides into bed beside him. 'Have you missed me?' she
asks. 'I miss you all the time,' he replies. He strokes her honey-brown body, unmarked by the sun; he
stretches her out, kisses her breasts; they make love.
Soraya is tall and slim, with long black hair and dark, liquid eyes. Technically he is old enough to be her
father; but then, technically, one can be a father at twelve. He has been on her books for over a year; he
finds her entirely satisfactory. In the desert of the week Thursday has become an oasis of luxe et volupté.
In bed Soraya is not effusive. Her temperament is in fact rather quiet, quiet and docile. In her general
opinions she is surprisingly moralistic. She is offended by tourists who bare their breasts (`udders', she
calls them) on public beaches; she thinks vagabonds should be rounded up and put to work sweeping the
streets. How she reconciles her opinions with her line of business he does not ask.
Because he takes pleasure in her, because his pleasure is unfailing, an affection has grown up in him for
her. To some degree, he believes, this affection is reciprocated. Affection may not be love, but it is at least
its cousin. Given their unpromising beginnings, they have been lucky, the two of them: he to have found
her, she to have found him.
His sentiments are, he is aware, complacent, even uxorious. Nevertheless he does not cease to hold to
them.
For a ninety-minute session he pays her R400, of which half goes to Discreet Escorts. It seems a pity that
Discreet Escorts should get so much. But they own No. 113 and other flats in Windsor Mansions; in a
sense they own Soraya too, this part of her, this function.
He has toyed with the idea of asking her to see him in her own time. He would like to spend an evening
with her, perhaps even a whole night. But not the morning after. He knows too much about himself to
subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.
That is his temperament. His temperament is not going to change, he is too old for that. His temperament
is fixed, set. The skull, followed by the temperament: the two hardest parts of the body.
Follow your temperament. It is not a philosophy, he would not dignify it with that name. It is a rule, like
the Rule of St Benedict.
He is in good health, his mind is clear. By profession he is, or has been, a scholar, and scholarship still
eng.
The narrator has been seeing a prostitute named Soraya every Thursday for over a year. One Saturday, he sees Soraya in public with her two sons. This discovery unsettles their relationship. Soraya eventually stops seeing the narrator, saying her mother is ill. When he calls the escort agency, they say Soraya has left and offer another woman. The narrator is now pursuing a new secretary from his department instead.
This document provides a summary of the translator's preface to Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. It describes Dostoyevsky's background, including that he came from a poor but deeply religious family. It details how he was arrested in 1849 for being part of a radical thinking group, was sentenced to death but had his sentence commuted at the last moment, and then spent four years in prison and penal servitude in Siberia. It also notes he suffered from epilepsy for the rest of his life after this ordeal. The summary provides context about Dostoyevsky's life experiences that shaped his writing.
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Smith, Aaron. “Future of Technology.” Pew Research Center: Internet, Science & Tech, Pew Research Center, 31 Dec. 2019, www.pewresearch.org/internet/2014/04/17/us-views-of-technology-and-the-future/.
Jones, Barry O. Sleepers, Wake!: Technology & the Future of Work. Oxford University Press, 1995.
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FAHRENHEIT 451
by Ray Bradbury
This one, with gratitude,
is for DON CONGDON.
FAHRENHEIT 451:
The temperature at which book-paper catches fire and burns
CONTENTS
one The Hearth and the Salamander 1
two The Sieve and the Sand 67
three Burning Bright 107
PART I
It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things
blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this
great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood
pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing
conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring
down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic
helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame
with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the
house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and
yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above
all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace,
while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and
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lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and
blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.
Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back
by flame.
He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at
himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror. Later, going to
sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in
the dark. It never went away, that. smile, it never ever went away, as
long as he remembered.
He hung up his black-beetle-colored helmet and shined it, he hung
his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then,
whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire
station and fell down the hole. At the last moment, when disaster
seemed positive, he pulled his hands from his pockets and broke his
fall by grasping the golden pole. He slid to a squeaking halt, the heels
one inch from the concrete floor downstairs.
He walked out of the fire station and along the midnight street
toward the subway where the silent, air-propelled train slid
soundlessly down its lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a
great puff of warm air an to the cream-tiled escalator rising to the
suburb.
Whistling, he let the escalator waft him into the still night air. He
walked toward the comer, thinking little at a.
Olenka falls in love with Kukin, the manager of the local open-air theater, after listening to him complain about the rain ruining his performances. They get married. When Kukin goes to Moscow for work, he dies suddenly. Olenka is devastated by his death. A few months later, she meets Vasily Pustovalov at church and falls in love with him. They get married, and Olenka is happy in her new life helping to run her husband's lumber business.
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In two to four double-spaced pages (excluding title and reference page), analyze The Welcome Table and complete the following:
Explain why the literary work captured your interest, using terms and concepts from the text to support your explanation. The key terms are found at the end of Chapter 2.
Apply two to three of the key terms from Chapter 2 to your reflection. Review the Reader’s Response matrix (Figure 2.1) to help you frame your response.
Key terms:
figurative language
figures of speech
imagery
metaphor
persona
simile
song
symbol
tone
Your paper should be organized around a thesis statement about the selected literary work and the approach you are using to analyze the work. All sources must be properly cited. The paper must include a separate title and reference page, and be formatted to APA (6th edition) style.
The paper must be two to four pages in length (excluding the title and reference page), and formatted according to APA style. You must use at least two scholarly resources (at least one of which can be found in the Ashford Online Library) other than the textbook to support your claims and subclaims. Cite your resources in text and on the reference page. For information regarding APA samples and tutorials, visit the Ashford Writing Center, within the Learning Resources tab on the left navigation toolbar, in your online course.
The Welcome Table
Alice Walker (1970)
for sister Clara Ward
I'm going to sit at the Welcome table
Shout my troubles over
Walk and talk with Jesus
Tell God how you treat me
One of these days!
Spiritual
The old woman stood with eyes uplifted in her Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes: high shoes polished about the tops and toes, a long rusty dress adorned with an old corsage, long withered, and the remnants of an elegant silk scarf as head rag stained with grease from the many oily pigtails underneath. Perhaps she had known suffering. There was a dazed and sleepy look in her aged blue-brown eyes. But for those who searched hastily for "reasons" in that old tight face, shut now like an ancient door, there was nothing to be read. And so they gazed nakedly upon their own fear transferred; a fear of the black and the old, a terror of the unknown as well as of the deeply known. Some of those who saw her there on the church steps spoke words about her that were hardly fit to be heard, others held their pious peace; and some felt vague stirrings of pity, small and persistent and hazy, as if she were an old collie turned out to die.
She was angular and lean and the color of poor gray Georgia earth, beaten by king cotton and the extreme weather. Her elbows were wrinkled and thick, the skin ashen but durable, like the bark of old pines. On her face centuries were folded into the circles around one eye, while around the other, etched and mapped as if for print, ages more threatened again to live. Some of them there at the church saw the age, the dotage, the missing buttons down the front of her mildewed black dr.
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Story: ________________________________ Name: _________________________
Author________________________________ Class: _________________________
Complete for each story before class (all on same sheet of paper)
1. Write a 1 paragraph summary of the story
2. Write a 1 paragraph response to the story (did you like it? What part(s)? Did you dislike it? Why? List 3
questions that you have about the story.
3. Read actively: highlight key passages, underline important passages and words, write notes in margin
(character names, important parts of story, etc)
4. Answer (don’t write questions):
Plot (events and their sequence)
1. Does it hold your interest and build to an effective climax? Why? Why not?
______________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________
2. Is the plot line well-connected or is it hard to follow? ________________________________________________
Theme (central idea/message)
3. What is the overall point / lesson / moral? _________________________________________________________
4. Does the author convince you? __________________________________________________________________
Structure (organization and relationship of parts to the whole)
5. Does it skip around chronologically or geographically? Is this structure effective for this story? Why? Why not?
______________________________________________________________________________________________
6. Does one point lead logically to the next? _________________________________________________________
7. Does the author use any special techniques (foreshadowing, flashback, story-within-a-story)? How do these
contribute to the text? ____________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Characterization (traits, thoughts and actions of people in the plot)
8. Who/What is the protagonist? Antagonist? P: ________________________ A; ___________________________
9. Are they realistic? ____________________________________________________________________________
10. List the other characters: _______________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Setting (time and place of action)
11. When is the story set? _________________________ Where? _________________________________________
12. Are the descriptions of places vivid? _____________________________________________________
Point of View (the perspective from which the material is presented)
13. What is the point of view adopted by the writer? (1st, 2nd, 3rd) __________________________________________
14. Who / what is the narrator? _____________________________________________________________________
15. Did the narrator influence the way you reacted to the work? _______.
Anton Chekhov was a Russian author known for his short stories and plays in the late 19th century. He also worked as a physician, which provided financial motivation for his writing. The document summarizes Chekhov's biography and provides analysis of his short story "The Student", focusing on how the student shares the story of Peter's betrayal of Jesus with two widows and has an emotional realization about the connection between past and present.
This short story follows a couple, Luz and the narrator, during World War 1. They fall in love while working together at a hospital in Padua, Italy. Due to the war and lack of documentation, they are unable to formally marry. After the armistice, they plan to reunite so the narrator can get a job and they can marry in New York. However, while waiting alone in a rainy Italian town, Luz begins a relationship with a local soldier. She writes to the narrator ending their relationship. The story follows the romance and heartbreak of the couple amid the backdrop of World War 1.
Katherine MansfieldMiss BrillAlthough it was so brilliantl.docxtawnyataylor528
Katherine Mansfield
Miss Brill
Although it was so brilliantly fine - the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques - Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting - from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! ... But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind - a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came - when it was absolutely necessary ... Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad - no, not sad, exactly - something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like some one playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey" bit - very pretty! - a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she lifted her head and smiled.
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Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her.
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole time about how she ought to wear spectac ...
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When Blake stepped out of the elevator, he saw her. A few people, mostly men waiting for girls, stood in the lobby watching the elevator doors. She was among them. As he saw her, her face took on a look of such loathing and purpose that he realized she had been waiting for him. He did not approach her. She had no legitimate business with him. They had nothing to say. He turned and walked toward the glass doors at the end of the lobby, feeling that faint guilt and bewilderment we experience when we bypass some old friend or classmate who seems threadbare, or sick, or miserable in some other way. It was five-eighteen by the clock in the Western Union office. He could catch the express. As he waited his turn at the revolving doors, he saw that it was still raining. It had been raining all day, and he noticed now how much louder the rain made the noises of the street. Outside, he started walking briskly east toward Madison Avenue. Traffic was tied up, and horns were blowing urgently on a crosstown street in the distance. The sidewalk was crowded. He wondered what she had hoped to gain by a glimpse of him coming out of the office building at the end of the day. Then he wondered if she was following him.
Walking in the city, we seldom turn and look back. The habit restrained Blake. He listened for a minute—foolishly—as he walked, as if he could distinguish her footsteps from the worlds of sound in the city at the end of a rainy day. Then he noticed, ahead of him on the other side of the street, a break in the wall of buildings. Something had been torn down; something was being put up, but the steel structure had only just risen above the sidewalk fence and daylight poured through the gap. Blake stopped opposite here and looked into a store window. It was a decorator’s or an auctioneer’s. The window was arranged like a room in which people live and entertain their friends. There were cups on the coffee table, magazines to read, and flowers in the vases, but the flowers were dead and the cups were empty and the guests had not come. In the plate glass, Blake saw a clear reflection of himself and the crowds that were passing, like shadows, at his back. Then he saw her image—so close to him that it shocked him. She was standing only a foot or two behind him. He could have turned then and asked her what she wanted, but instead of recognizing her, he shied away abruptly from the reflection of her contorted face and went along the street. She might be meaning to do him harm—she might be meaning to kill him.
The suddenness with which he moved when he saw the reflection of her face tipped the water out of his hatbrim in such a way that some of it ran down his neck. It felt unpleasantly like the sweat of fear. Then the cold water falling into his face and onto his bare hands, the rancid smell of the wet gutters and pavings, the knowledge that his feet were beginning to get wet and that he might catch cold—all the common discomforts of walking in the rain—s.
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n his first term at college in London, Majdy wrote letters home announcing that he would not make it, threatening that he would
give up and return. to call him on the phone, his mother made several trips to the Central Post Office in Khartoum, sat for hours
on the low wooden bench, fanning her face with the edge of her tobe in the stifling heat, shooing away the barefooted children who
passed by with loaded trays trying to sell her chewing gum, hairpins and matches. ‘Get away from my face,’ she snapped at the girl who
had edged by her side and was almost leaning onto her lap. ‘Didn’t I just tell you I don’t want your stuff?’ on the third day she got
through, wedged herself into a cubicle but did not close the glass door behind her. Majdy’s throat tightened when he heard her voice.
In the cool corridor of the hostel he held the receiver and leaned his head against the wall, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. The
students who passed him walked a little bit quicker, felt a little bit awkward hearing his voice heavy with tears, unnaturally loud, foreign
words they could not understand echoing and hanging around the walls.
There in Khartoum, she also, in her own way, could not understand what he was saying. All this talk about the work being difficult
was, of course, nonsense. Her son was brilliant. Her son always came top of his class. She had a newspaper photograph of him at
sixteen when he got one of the highest marks in the secondary school Certificate, shaking the now-deposed president’s hand. His father
had slain a sheep in celebration and distributed the meat among the beggars that slept outside the nearby mosque. His sisters had
thrown a party for him, heady with singing and dancing. And she had circled the pot of burning incense over his head, made him step
over it, back and forth, to ward off the envy and malice that was surely cloaking him. Ninety-nine per cent in the maths paper, she had
ecstatically repeated to friends and relations. Ninety-nine per cent, and mind you, they took that extra mark from him just from sheer
miserliness, just so as not to give him the full marks.
‘Take this thought of giving up out of your mind,’ she said to him on the long-distance line.
‘Can’t you understand I’ve failed my qualifying exam?’ the word ‘failed’ was heavy on his tongue. ‘The exam I need to be able to
register for a PhD.’
‘So sit it again,’ she insisted. ‘You will pass inshallah and then come home for the summer. I myself will pay for the ticket. Don’t
worry.’ she had independent means, that woman. And when she put the phone down, a project started brewing in her mind. She
da ...
This chapter describes a meeting between a man and a famous actress from his past. He waits at the railroad station where they first met decades ago. When she arrives, they find a place to sit and talk. They discuss their lives since they last saw each other, their relationships, and their feelings for each other in the past. The man asks if she loved him when they were young, and she replies cryptically. They share a tender moment before she leaves abruptly to return to her current life, leaving the man full of emotion reconnecting with his former love.
Awiyao visits his wife Lumnay on their last night together before he must take another wife to have a child according to village tradition. Lumnay is distraught by this turn of events. She hears the gangsa drums playing at the wedding celebration and considers confronting the village elders about the tradition. However, she loses her nerve and instead walks away into the mountains, going to the bean field she and Awiyao had started cultivating. She sits among the bean plants, thinking back on their life together and coming to accept their situation according to tradition.
1. A young man finds a beautiful woman who was cursed to be a snake living in a forest. He takes her home to marry her, unaware of her true nature.
2. The man's mother recognizes that the woman is actually a snake and warns her son, but he refuses to believe her. They live unhappily together, with the snake-woman tormenting the old mother.
3. With the help of magical brownies, the mother discovers a way to prove the wife's true nature, revealing she has a snake's tongue. The son remains unwilling to accept this, forcing his mother to leave her home.
Blue Beard Charles Perrault There was once a man who.docxhartrobert670
Blue Beard
Charles Perrault
There was once a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate,
embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold. But this man was so unlucky as to have a blue
beard, which made him so frightfully ugly that all the women and girls ran away from him.
One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were perfect beauties. He desired of her
one of them in marriage, leaving to her choice which of the two she would bestow on him. Neither of them
would have him, and they sent him backwards and forwards from one to the other, not being able to bear
the thoughts of marrying a man who had a blue beard. Adding to their disgust and aversion was the fact
that he already had been married to several wives, and nobody knew what had become of them.
Blue Beard, to engage their affection, took them, with their mother and three or four ladies of their
acquaintance, with other young people of the neighborhood, to one of his country houses, where they
stayed a whole week.
The time was filled with parties, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth, and feasting. Nobody went to bed, but all
passed the night in rallying and joking with each other. In short, everything succeeded so well that the
youngest daughter began to think that the man's beard was not so very blue after all, and that he was a
mighty civil gentleman.
As soon as they returned home, the marriage was concluded. About a month afterwards, Blue Beard told
his wife that he was obliged to take a country journey for six weeks at least, about affairs of very great
consequence. He desired her to divert herself in his absence, to send for her friends and acquaintances, to
take them into the country, if she pleased, and to make good cheer wherever she was.
"Here," said he," are the keys to the two great wardrobes, wherein I have my best furniture. These are to
my silver and gold plate, which is not everyday in use. These open my strongboxes, which hold my money,
both gold and silver; these my caskets of jewels. And this is the master key to all my apartments. But as for
this little one here, it is the key to the closet at the end of the great hall on the ground floor. Open them all;
go into each and every one of them, except that little closet, which I forbid you, and forbid it in such a
manner that, if you happen to open it, you may expect my just anger and resentment."
She promised to observe, very exactly, whatever he had ordered. Then he, after having embraced her, got
into his coach and proceeded on his journey.
Her neighbors and good friends did not wait to be sent for by the newly married lady. They were impatient
to see all the rich furniture of her house, and had not dared to come while her husband was there, because
of his blue beard, which frightened them. They ran through all the rooms, closets, and wardrobes, which
were all so fine and rich that they seemed to surpas ...
This short story by William Faulkner describes the life of Miss Emily Grierson in a small Southern town after her father's death. The townspeople are curious to see inside her home for the first time in years after she passes away. When alive, Miss Emily resisted the town's modernizing influences and taxes. After rejecting several suitors, she lived a reclusive life until her mysterious death.
This short story follows a relationship between a man and woman, Luz, during World War I. They meet while he is recovering from an injury in the hospital where she works. They fall in love and want to marry, but are unable to before he returns to the front. After the war, they plan to marry once he finds a job, but while waiting for him in Italy, Luz begins a relationship with the major of an army battalion stationed in her town and writes to call off their engagement. The story follows the development and dissolution of their romance.
This document provides background on several characters: the soloist, the narrator's neighbor who was a prominent musician; the soprano, the narrator's cousin; and the soloist's brother. It describes memories the narrator has of outings and meals with the soloist in their youth. It also provides details about the soloist's early musical training and career. Tragically, the soloist later died in a car accident in Scandinavia that was potentially caused by underlying health issues. The document continues to share recollections and anecdotes about the narrator, soloist, and their shared social circle over time.
Alice Walker Is known for her landmark novel The Color Purple, but.docxgalerussel59292
Alice Walker Is known for her landmark novel The Color Purple, but her short stories are equally intense, often weaving dreamy surrealism and the harsh realities of racism with unforgettable characters
THE OLD WOMAN STOOD WITH EYES UPLIFTED IN HER SUNDAY-GO-TO meeting clothes: high shoes polished about the tops and toes, a long rusty dress adorned with an old corsage, long withered, and the remnants of an elegant silk scarf as headrag stained with grease from the many oily pigtails underneath. Perhaps she had known suffering. There was a dazed and sleepy look in her aged blue-brown eyes. But for those who searched hastily for “reasons” in that old tight face, shut now like an ancient door, there was nothing to be read. And so they gazed nakedly upon their own fear transferred; a fear of die black and the old, a terror of the unknown as well as of the deeply known. Some of those who saw her there on the church steps spoke words about her that were hardly fit to be heard, others held their pious peace; and some felt vague stirrings of pity, small and persistent and hazy, as if she were an old collie turned out to die.
She was angular and lean and the color of poor gray Georgia earth, beaten by king cotton and the extreme weather. Her elbows were wrinkled and thick, the skin ashen but durable, like the bark of old pines. On her face centuries were folded into the circles around one eye, while around the other, etched and mapped as if for print, ages more threatened again to live. Some of them there at the church saw the age, the dotage, the missing buttons down the front of her mildewed black dress. Others saw cooks, chauffeurs, maids, mistresses, children denied or smothered in the deferential way she held her cheek to the side, toward the ground. Many of them saw jungle orgies in an evil place, while others were reminded of riotous anarchists looting and raping in the streets. Those who knew the hesitant creeping up on them of the law, saw the beginning of the end of the sanctuary of Christian worship, saw the desecration of Holy Church, and saw an invasion of privacy, which they struggled to believe they still kept.
Still she had come down the road toward the big white church alone. Just herself, an old forgetful woman, nearly blind with age. Just her and her eyes raised dully to the glittering cross that crowned the sheer silver steeple. She had walked along the road in a stagger from her house a half mile away. Perspiration, cold and clammy, stood on her brow and along the creases by her thin wasted nose. She stopped to calm herself on the wide front steps, not looking about her as they might have expected her to do, but simply standing quite still, except for a slight quivering of her throat and tremors that shook her cotton-stockinged legs.
The reverend of the church stopped her pleasantly as she stepped into the vestibule. Did he say, as they thought he did, kindly, “Auntie, you know this is not your church?” As if one could choose the w.
This short story follows a woman and her fiancé at a roulette table in Monte Carlo. She observes the crowd gambling and sees her literature professor with his family. They share a drink and conversation at the table. When the roulette turns against her fiancé, they take a delayed train to a small town. They explore the countryside together and bond over the changing weather and scenery. The story follows their journey and growing connection in this isolated rural setting away from the casino.
As a human resources manager, you need to advise top leadership (CEO.docxrossskuddershamus
As a human resources manager, you need to advise top leadership (CEO, Vice Presidents, and Senior Managers) information on the importance of leadership style in creating a culture that embraces diversity. Create a PowerPoint presentation to compare and contrast how the different styles of CEO leadership can affect team building, so that cultural diversity can be used to a competitive advantage in the workplace. Provide ideas for how to effectively build a team that supports and embraces cultural diversity, and recommend the leadership styles that encourages the creation of a culture of diversity.
Incorporate appropriate animations, transitions, and graphics as well as “speaker notes” for each slide. The speaker notes may be comprised of brief paragraphs or bulleted lists. Support your presentation with at least five (5) scholarly resources. In addition to these specified resources, other appropriate scholarly resources may be included. Be sure to include citations for quotations and paraphrases with references in APA format and style where appropriate.
Length: 12-15 slides (with a separate reference slide).
Notes Length: 100-150 words for each slide.
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As a homeowner, you have become more concerned about the energy is.docxrossskuddershamus
As a homeowner, you have become more concerned about the energy issue facing our communities. You want to see your neighbors become more involved in energy conservation efforts, but your attempts to gain support on your own have failed. You have decided to propose an Energy Resource Plan to your HOA for approval at the next meeting. Your goal is to convince the HOA to support and endorse your Energy Resource Plan.
Review
the following Energy Resource Plan outline
:
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Introduction
o
Provide information about why conserving energy is important.
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Renewable versus nonrenewable
o
Briefly distinguish between these types of energy.
·
Methods to conserve and help the environment
o
What may each member do, personally, to conserve energy and help the environment at the same time?
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Provide at least three methods.
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Government efforts
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How may the government be involved in conservation efforts?
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Conclusion
o
Wrap up the meeting with a brief summary of your main points.
o
Provide some motivation for conserving energy with a memorable slogan, statement, or song, for example.
Write
a 350- to 700-word paper that includes all elements of the outline.
Post
your paper as an attachment.
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FAHRENHEIT 451
by Ray Bradbury
This one, with gratitude,
is for DON CONGDON.
FAHRENHEIT 451:
The temperature at which book-paper catches fire and burns
CONTENTS
one The Hearth and the Salamander 1
two The Sieve and the Sand 67
three Burning Bright 107
PART I
It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things
blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this
great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood
pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing
conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring
down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic
helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame
with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the
house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and
yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above
all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace,
while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and
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lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and
blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.
Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back
by flame.
He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at
himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror. Later, going to
sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in
the dark. It never went away, that. smile, it never ever went away, as
long as he remembered.
He hung up his black-beetle-colored helmet and shined it, he hung
his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then,
whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire
station and fell down the hole. At the last moment, when disaster
seemed positive, he pulled his hands from his pockets and broke his
fall by grasping the golden pole. He slid to a squeaking halt, the heels
one inch from the concrete floor downstairs.
He walked out of the fire station and along the midnight street
toward the subway where the silent, air-propelled train slid
soundlessly down its lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a
great puff of warm air an to the cream-tiled escalator rising to the
suburb.
Whistling, he let the escalator waft him into the still night air. He
walked toward the comer, thinking little at a.
Olenka falls in love with Kukin, the manager of the local open-air theater, after listening to him complain about the rain ruining his performances. They get married. When Kukin goes to Moscow for work, he dies suddenly. Olenka is devastated by his death. A few months later, she meets Vasily Pustovalov at church and falls in love with him. They get married, and Olenka is happy in her new life helping to run her husband's lumber business.
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In two to four double-spaced pages (excluding title and reference page), analyze The Welcome Table and complete the following:
Explain why the literary work captured your interest, using terms and concepts from the text to support your explanation. The key terms are found at the end of Chapter 2.
Apply two to three of the key terms from Chapter 2 to your reflection. Review the Reader’s Response matrix (Figure 2.1) to help you frame your response.
Key terms:
figurative language
figures of speech
imagery
metaphor
persona
simile
song
symbol
tone
Your paper should be organized around a thesis statement about the selected literary work and the approach you are using to analyze the work. All sources must be properly cited. The paper must include a separate title and reference page, and be formatted to APA (6th edition) style.
The paper must be two to four pages in length (excluding the title and reference page), and formatted according to APA style. You must use at least two scholarly resources (at least one of which can be found in the Ashford Online Library) other than the textbook to support your claims and subclaims. Cite your resources in text and on the reference page. For information regarding APA samples and tutorials, visit the Ashford Writing Center, within the Learning Resources tab on the left navigation toolbar, in your online course.
The Welcome Table
Alice Walker (1970)
for sister Clara Ward
I'm going to sit at the Welcome table
Shout my troubles over
Walk and talk with Jesus
Tell God how you treat me
One of these days!
Spiritual
The old woman stood with eyes uplifted in her Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes: high shoes polished about the tops and toes, a long rusty dress adorned with an old corsage, long withered, and the remnants of an elegant silk scarf as head rag stained with grease from the many oily pigtails underneath. Perhaps she had known suffering. There was a dazed and sleepy look in her aged blue-brown eyes. But for those who searched hastily for "reasons" in that old tight face, shut now like an ancient door, there was nothing to be read. And so they gazed nakedly upon their own fear transferred; a fear of the black and the old, a terror of the unknown as well as of the deeply known. Some of those who saw her there on the church steps spoke words about her that were hardly fit to be heard, others held their pious peace; and some felt vague stirrings of pity, small and persistent and hazy, as if she were an old collie turned out to die.
She was angular and lean and the color of poor gray Georgia earth, beaten by king cotton and the extreme weather. Her elbows were wrinkled and thick, the skin ashen but durable, like the bark of old pines. On her face centuries were folded into the circles around one eye, while around the other, etched and mapped as if for print, ages more threatened again to live. Some of them there at the church saw the age, the dotage, the missing buttons down the front of her mildewed black dr.
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Story: ________________________________ Name: _________________________
Author________________________________ Class: _________________________
Complete for each story before class (all on same sheet of paper)
1. Write a 1 paragraph summary of the story
2. Write a 1 paragraph response to the story (did you like it? What part(s)? Did you dislike it? Why? List 3
questions that you have about the story.
3. Read actively: highlight key passages, underline important passages and words, write notes in margin
(character names, important parts of story, etc)
4. Answer (don’t write questions):
Plot (events and their sequence)
1. Does it hold your interest and build to an effective climax? Why? Why not?
______________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________
2. Is the plot line well-connected or is it hard to follow? ________________________________________________
Theme (central idea/message)
3. What is the overall point / lesson / moral? _________________________________________________________
4. Does the author convince you? __________________________________________________________________
Structure (organization and relationship of parts to the whole)
5. Does it skip around chronologically or geographically? Is this structure effective for this story? Why? Why not?
______________________________________________________________________________________________
6. Does one point lead logically to the next? _________________________________________________________
7. Does the author use any special techniques (foreshadowing, flashback, story-within-a-story)? How do these
contribute to the text? ____________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Characterization (traits, thoughts and actions of people in the plot)
8. Who/What is the protagonist? Antagonist? P: ________________________ A; ___________________________
9. Are they realistic? ____________________________________________________________________________
10. List the other characters: _______________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Setting (time and place of action)
11. When is the story set? _________________________ Where? _________________________________________
12. Are the descriptions of places vivid? _____________________________________________________
Point of View (the perspective from which the material is presented)
13. What is the point of view adopted by the writer? (1st, 2nd, 3rd) __________________________________________
14. Who / what is the narrator? _____________________________________________________________________
15. Did the narrator influence the way you reacted to the work? _______.
Anton Chekhov was a Russian author known for his short stories and plays in the late 19th century. He also worked as a physician, which provided financial motivation for his writing. The document summarizes Chekhov's biography and provides analysis of his short story "The Student", focusing on how the student shares the story of Peter's betrayal of Jesus with two widows and has an emotional realization about the connection between past and present.
This short story follows a couple, Luz and the narrator, during World War 1. They fall in love while working together at a hospital in Padua, Italy. Due to the war and lack of documentation, they are unable to formally marry. After the armistice, they plan to reunite so the narrator can get a job and they can marry in New York. However, while waiting alone in a rainy Italian town, Luz begins a relationship with a local soldier. She writes to the narrator ending their relationship. The story follows the romance and heartbreak of the couple amid the backdrop of World War 1.
Katherine MansfieldMiss BrillAlthough it was so brilliantl.docxtawnyataylor528
Katherine Mansfield
Miss Brill
Although it was so brilliantly fine - the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques - Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting - from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! ... But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind - a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came - when it was absolutely necessary ... Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad - no, not sad, exactly - something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like some one playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey" bit - very pretty! - a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she lifted her head and smiled.
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Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her.
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole time about how she ought to wear spectac ...
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When Blake stepped out of the elevator, he saw her. A few people, mostly men waiting for girls, stood in the lobby watching the elevator doors. She was among them. As he saw her, her face took on a look of such loathing and purpose that he realized she had been waiting for him. He did not approach her. She had no legitimate business with him. They had nothing to say. He turned and walked toward the glass doors at the end of the lobby, feeling that faint guilt and bewilderment we experience when we bypass some old friend or classmate who seems threadbare, or sick, or miserable in some other way. It was five-eighteen by the clock in the Western Union office. He could catch the express. As he waited his turn at the revolving doors, he saw that it was still raining. It had been raining all day, and he noticed now how much louder the rain made the noises of the street. Outside, he started walking briskly east toward Madison Avenue. Traffic was tied up, and horns were blowing urgently on a crosstown street in the distance. The sidewalk was crowded. He wondered what she had hoped to gain by a glimpse of him coming out of the office building at the end of the day. Then he wondered if she was following him.
Walking in the city, we seldom turn and look back. The habit restrained Blake. He listened for a minute—foolishly—as he walked, as if he could distinguish her footsteps from the worlds of sound in the city at the end of a rainy day. Then he noticed, ahead of him on the other side of the street, a break in the wall of buildings. Something had been torn down; something was being put up, but the steel structure had only just risen above the sidewalk fence and daylight poured through the gap. Blake stopped opposite here and looked into a store window. It was a decorator’s or an auctioneer’s. The window was arranged like a room in which people live and entertain their friends. There were cups on the coffee table, magazines to read, and flowers in the vases, but the flowers were dead and the cups were empty and the guests had not come. In the plate glass, Blake saw a clear reflection of himself and the crowds that were passing, like shadows, at his back. Then he saw her image—so close to him that it shocked him. She was standing only a foot or two behind him. He could have turned then and asked her what she wanted, but instead of recognizing her, he shied away abruptly from the reflection of her contorted face and went along the street. She might be meaning to do him harm—she might be meaning to kill him.
The suddenness with which he moved when he saw the reflection of her face tipped the water out of his hatbrim in such a way that some of it ran down his neck. It felt unpleasantly like the sweat of fear. Then the cold water falling into his face and onto his bare hands, the rancid smell of the wet gutters and pavings, the knowledge that his feet were beginning to get wet and that he might catch cold—all the common discomforts of walking in the rain—s.
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n his first term at college in London, Majdy wrote letters home announcing that he would not make it, threatening that he would
give up and return. to call him on the phone, his mother made several trips to the Central Post Office in Khartoum, sat for hours
on the low wooden bench, fanning her face with the edge of her tobe in the stifling heat, shooing away the barefooted children who
passed by with loaded trays trying to sell her chewing gum, hairpins and matches. ‘Get away from my face,’ she snapped at the girl who
had edged by her side and was almost leaning onto her lap. ‘Didn’t I just tell you I don’t want your stuff?’ on the third day she got
through, wedged herself into a cubicle but did not close the glass door behind her. Majdy’s throat tightened when he heard her voice.
In the cool corridor of the hostel he held the receiver and leaned his head against the wall, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. The
students who passed him walked a little bit quicker, felt a little bit awkward hearing his voice heavy with tears, unnaturally loud, foreign
words they could not understand echoing and hanging around the walls.
There in Khartoum, she also, in her own way, could not understand what he was saying. All this talk about the work being difficult
was, of course, nonsense. Her son was brilliant. Her son always came top of his class. She had a newspaper photograph of him at
sixteen when he got one of the highest marks in the secondary school Certificate, shaking the now-deposed president’s hand. His father
had slain a sheep in celebration and distributed the meat among the beggars that slept outside the nearby mosque. His sisters had
thrown a party for him, heady with singing and dancing. And she had circled the pot of burning incense over his head, made him step
over it, back and forth, to ward off the envy and malice that was surely cloaking him. Ninety-nine per cent in the maths paper, she had
ecstatically repeated to friends and relations. Ninety-nine per cent, and mind you, they took that extra mark from him just from sheer
miserliness, just so as not to give him the full marks.
‘Take this thought of giving up out of your mind,’ she said to him on the long-distance line.
‘Can’t you understand I’ve failed my qualifying exam?’ the word ‘failed’ was heavy on his tongue. ‘The exam I need to be able to
register for a PhD.’
‘So sit it again,’ she insisted. ‘You will pass inshallah and then come home for the summer. I myself will pay for the ticket. Don’t
worry.’ she had independent means, that woman. And when she put the phone down, a project started brewing in her mind. She
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This chapter describes a meeting between a man and a famous actress from his past. He waits at the railroad station where they first met decades ago. When she arrives, they find a place to sit and talk. They discuss their lives since they last saw each other, their relationships, and their feelings for each other in the past. The man asks if she loved him when they were young, and she replies cryptically. They share a tender moment before she leaves abruptly to return to her current life, leaving the man full of emotion reconnecting with his former love.
Awiyao visits his wife Lumnay on their last night together before he must take another wife to have a child according to village tradition. Lumnay is distraught by this turn of events. She hears the gangsa drums playing at the wedding celebration and considers confronting the village elders about the tradition. However, she loses her nerve and instead walks away into the mountains, going to the bean field she and Awiyao had started cultivating. She sits among the bean plants, thinking back on their life together and coming to accept their situation according to tradition.
1. A young man finds a beautiful woman who was cursed to be a snake living in a forest. He takes her home to marry her, unaware of her true nature.
2. The man's mother recognizes that the woman is actually a snake and warns her son, but he refuses to believe her. They live unhappily together, with the snake-woman tormenting the old mother.
3. With the help of magical brownies, the mother discovers a way to prove the wife's true nature, revealing she has a snake's tongue. The son remains unwilling to accept this, forcing his mother to leave her home.
Blue Beard Charles Perrault There was once a man who.docxhartrobert670
Blue Beard
Charles Perrault
There was once a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate,
embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold. But this man was so unlucky as to have a blue
beard, which made him so frightfully ugly that all the women and girls ran away from him.
One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were perfect beauties. He desired of her
one of them in marriage, leaving to her choice which of the two she would bestow on him. Neither of them
would have him, and they sent him backwards and forwards from one to the other, not being able to bear
the thoughts of marrying a man who had a blue beard. Adding to their disgust and aversion was the fact
that he already had been married to several wives, and nobody knew what had become of them.
Blue Beard, to engage their affection, took them, with their mother and three or four ladies of their
acquaintance, with other young people of the neighborhood, to one of his country houses, where they
stayed a whole week.
The time was filled with parties, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth, and feasting. Nobody went to bed, but all
passed the night in rallying and joking with each other. In short, everything succeeded so well that the
youngest daughter began to think that the man's beard was not so very blue after all, and that he was a
mighty civil gentleman.
As soon as they returned home, the marriage was concluded. About a month afterwards, Blue Beard told
his wife that he was obliged to take a country journey for six weeks at least, about affairs of very great
consequence. He desired her to divert herself in his absence, to send for her friends and acquaintances, to
take them into the country, if she pleased, and to make good cheer wherever she was.
"Here," said he," are the keys to the two great wardrobes, wherein I have my best furniture. These are to
my silver and gold plate, which is not everyday in use. These open my strongboxes, which hold my money,
both gold and silver; these my caskets of jewels. And this is the master key to all my apartments. But as for
this little one here, it is the key to the closet at the end of the great hall on the ground floor. Open them all;
go into each and every one of them, except that little closet, which I forbid you, and forbid it in such a
manner that, if you happen to open it, you may expect my just anger and resentment."
She promised to observe, very exactly, whatever he had ordered. Then he, after having embraced her, got
into his coach and proceeded on his journey.
Her neighbors and good friends did not wait to be sent for by the newly married lady. They were impatient
to see all the rich furniture of her house, and had not dared to come while her husband was there, because
of his blue beard, which frightened them. They ran through all the rooms, closets, and wardrobes, which
were all so fine and rich that they seemed to surpas ...
This short story by William Faulkner describes the life of Miss Emily Grierson in a small Southern town after her father's death. The townspeople are curious to see inside her home for the first time in years after she passes away. When alive, Miss Emily resisted the town's modernizing influences and taxes. After rejecting several suitors, she lived a reclusive life until her mysterious death.
This short story follows a relationship between a man and woman, Luz, during World War I. They meet while he is recovering from an injury in the hospital where she works. They fall in love and want to marry, but are unable to before he returns to the front. After the war, they plan to marry once he finds a job, but while waiting for him in Italy, Luz begins a relationship with the major of an army battalion stationed in her town and writes to call off their engagement. The story follows the development and dissolution of their romance.
This document provides background on several characters: the soloist, the narrator's neighbor who was a prominent musician; the soprano, the narrator's cousin; and the soloist's brother. It describes memories the narrator has of outings and meals with the soloist in their youth. It also provides details about the soloist's early musical training and career. Tragically, the soloist later died in a car accident in Scandinavia that was potentially caused by underlying health issues. The document continues to share recollections and anecdotes about the narrator, soloist, and their shared social circle over time.
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Alice Walker Is known for her landmark novel The Color Purple, but her short stories are equally intense, often weaving dreamy surrealism and the harsh realities of racism with unforgettable characters
THE OLD WOMAN STOOD WITH EYES UPLIFTED IN HER SUNDAY-GO-TO meeting clothes: high shoes polished about the tops and toes, a long rusty dress adorned with an old corsage, long withered, and the remnants of an elegant silk scarf as headrag stained with grease from the many oily pigtails underneath. Perhaps she had known suffering. There was a dazed and sleepy look in her aged blue-brown eyes. But for those who searched hastily for “reasons” in that old tight face, shut now like an ancient door, there was nothing to be read. And so they gazed nakedly upon their own fear transferred; a fear of die black and the old, a terror of the unknown as well as of the deeply known. Some of those who saw her there on the church steps spoke words about her that were hardly fit to be heard, others held their pious peace; and some felt vague stirrings of pity, small and persistent and hazy, as if she were an old collie turned out to die.
She was angular and lean and the color of poor gray Georgia earth, beaten by king cotton and the extreme weather. Her elbows were wrinkled and thick, the skin ashen but durable, like the bark of old pines. On her face centuries were folded into the circles around one eye, while around the other, etched and mapped as if for print, ages more threatened again to live. Some of them there at the church saw the age, the dotage, the missing buttons down the front of her mildewed black dress. Others saw cooks, chauffeurs, maids, mistresses, children denied or smothered in the deferential way she held her cheek to the side, toward the ground. Many of them saw jungle orgies in an evil place, while others were reminded of riotous anarchists looting and raping in the streets. Those who knew the hesitant creeping up on them of the law, saw the beginning of the end of the sanctuary of Christian worship, saw the desecration of Holy Church, and saw an invasion of privacy, which they struggled to believe they still kept.
Still she had come down the road toward the big white church alone. Just herself, an old forgetful woman, nearly blind with age. Just her and her eyes raised dully to the glittering cross that crowned the sheer silver steeple. She had walked along the road in a stagger from her house a half mile away. Perspiration, cold and clammy, stood on her brow and along the creases by her thin wasted nose. She stopped to calm herself on the wide front steps, not looking about her as they might have expected her to do, but simply standing quite still, except for a slight quivering of her throat and tremors that shook her cotton-stockinged legs.
The reverend of the church stopped her pleasantly as she stepped into the vestibule. Did he say, as they thought he did, kindly, “Auntie, you know this is not your church?” As if one could choose the w.
This short story follows a woman and her fiancé at a roulette table in Monte Carlo. She observes the crowd gambling and sees her literature professor with his family. They share a drink and conversation at the table. When the roulette turns against her fiancé, they take a delayed train to a small town. They explore the countryside together and bond over the changing weather and scenery. The story follows their journey and growing connection in this isolated rural setting away from the casino.
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As a human resources manager, you need to advise top leadership (CEO, Vice Presidents, and Senior Managers) information on the importance of leadership style in creating a culture that embraces diversity. Create a PowerPoint presentation to compare and contrast how the different styles of CEO leadership can affect team building, so that cultural diversity can be used to a competitive advantage in the workplace. Provide ideas for how to effectively build a team that supports and embraces cultural diversity, and recommend the leadership styles that encourages the creation of a culture of diversity.
Incorporate appropriate animations, transitions, and graphics as well as “speaker notes” for each slide. The speaker notes may be comprised of brief paragraphs or bulleted lists. Support your presentation with at least five (5) scholarly resources. In addition to these specified resources, other appropriate scholarly resources may be included. Be sure to include citations for quotations and paraphrases with references in APA format and style where appropriate.
Length: 12-15 slides (with a separate reference slide).
Notes Length: 100-150 words for each slide.
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As a homeowner, you have become more concerned about the energy issue facing our communities. You want to see your neighbors become more involved in energy conservation efforts, but your attempts to gain support on your own have failed. You have decided to propose an Energy Resource Plan to your HOA for approval at the next meeting. Your goal is to convince the HOA to support and endorse your Energy Resource Plan.
Review
the following Energy Resource Plan outline
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Introduction
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Provide information about why conserving energy is important.
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Renewable versus nonrenewable
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Briefly distinguish between these types of energy.
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Methods to conserve and help the environment
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What may each member do, personally, to conserve energy and help the environment at the same time?
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Provide at least three methods.
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Government efforts
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How may the government be involved in conservation efforts?
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Conclusion
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Wrap up the meeting with a brief summary of your main points.
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Provide some motivation for conserving energy with a memorable slogan, statement, or song, for example.
Write
a 350- to 700-word paper that includes all elements of the outline.
Post
your paper as an attachment.
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As a healthcare professional, you will be working closely with o.docxrossskuddershamus
As a healthcare professional, you will be working closely with other health care professionals. The best way to create a positive patient experience is to be able to understand the role that each healthcare professional plays in the care of a patient. For this assignment, select two of the following allied health professions (physician, dentist, pharmacist, nurses, advance practice nurse, or health services administrator) and take a deeper look into their specific functions and contributions to health care.
In a paper of 750-1,000 words please discuss the following:
What is their function/medical training?
In what type of setting can each profession be found traditionally? Is this changing today?
Discuss how the expanding roles of allied health in health care delivery have affected each profession.
How has the health care workforce shortage affected each profession?
Provide a minimum of two references.
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As a future teacher exposed to the rising trend of blogs and adv.docxrossskuddershamus
As a future teacher exposed to the rising trend of blogs and advocacy pages on the Internet, it is important to identify credible, scholarly resources as the basis of best practices in the classroom.
To sample what information is available, locate one source (NAEYC, First Things First, Zero to Three, etc.) to support developmentally appropriate practices that you can share with families. For your selected source:
Describe how the resource can be used to support your selected issue.
Include a description of why that source would benefit your future classroom.
Describe what types of information is available at that source.
Use APA format to cite resources.
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As a fresh research intern, you are a part of the hypothetical National Anthrax Eradication Program. Your first task is to present a detailed summary on this lethal disease.
Using the the Internet, research, acquire, compile the primary data and respond to the following:
What organism produces this disease and how?
What are the four different locations where an anthrax infection can occur? Describe each of these locations. What are the reasons why these locations allow the infection to occur?
What are the different scientific methods that have been tried, tested, and implemented towards Anthrax prevention and cure in the past decade?
Why is Anthrax such a potent weapon of bioterrorism? What are its characteristics that make it so?
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As a fresh research intern, you are a part of the hypothetical Nat.docxrossskuddershamus
As a fresh research intern, you are a part of the hypothetical National Anthrax Eradication Program. Your first task is to present a detailed summary of this lethal disease.
Using
the Internet, research, acquire, compile the primary data, and respond to the following:
1. What organism produces this disease and how?
2. What are the four different locations where an anthrax infection can occur? Describe each of these locations. What are the reasons why these locations allow the infection to occur?
3.What are the different scientific methods that have been tried, tested, and implemented towards Anthrax prevention and cure in the past decade?
4.Why is Anthrax such a potent weapon of bioterrorism? What are the characteristics that make it so?
cite your sources in your work and provide references for the citations in APA format.
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As a former emergency department Registered Nurse for over seven.docxrossskuddershamus
As a former emergency department Registered Nurse for over seven years, I recall the most significant complaints were our long wait times. For some patients, the wait time could be substantial. Since emergency departments aren't on a first-come, first-serve basis, wait times were often unpredictable and lengthy. Patients are triaged based on their level of acuity. Long Emergency Department (ED) Length of stay (EDLOS) is associated with poor patient outcomes, which has led to the implementation of time targets designed to keep EDLOS below a specific limit. (Andersson et al., 2020, p. 2)
The method conducted for the concept analysis on EDLOS was the Walker and Avant approach. They were able to research a way of measuring the concept empirically by identifying all concepts used. (Andersson et al., 2020) Nurses can use the Walker and Avant approach when there are limited concepts available to a nurse to explain a problem area. The process of concept analysis for nurses first transpired in 1986. (McEwen & Wills, 2019) Walker and Avant specifically designed an approach to concept analysis to help graduate nurses explain methods to examine phenomena that interests them. (McEwen & Wills, 2019) The basic concept analysis approach by Walker and Avant is as follows; 1. Select a concept 2. Determine the aims or purposes of the analysis. 3. Identify all the concept possible uses possible. 4. Determine the defining attributes. 5. Identify the model case. 6. Identify any borderline, related contrary, invent, and illegitimate cases. 7. Identify the antecedents and consequences. 8. Define the empirical referents. (McEwen & Wills, 2019, Tables 3-2)
Authors Aim and Purpose
As a former Emergency Department Nurse, I find it fascinating how the author chose to do the concept analysis on this topic. According to the author, when patients are forced to stay for extended lengths of time in the emergency department, this leads to poor patient outcomes, overcrowding, and an overall inefficient organization. (Andersson et al., 2020) I recall when a febrile child was left in the Emergency Department for a long time. The child became so agitated their respiratory status worsened. The authors aim to clarify the meaning of long EDLOS and identify the root causes of an emergency department length of stay of more than six hours. (Andersson et al., 2020)
Defining Attributes on the Concept Examined
In the emergency department, length of stay (LOS) is a widely used measurement. Emergency department length of stay (EDLOS) is defined as the time interval between a patient's arrival to the ED to the time the patient physically leaves the ED. The defining attributes discovered that waiting in a crowded emergency department was just that, waiting. Waiting was the most acknowledged attribute associated with EDLOS. (Andersson et al., 2020) If the patients didn't have to wait, they wouldn't be a problem/complaint and had no time targets.
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As a doctorally prepared nurse, you are writing a Continuous Qua.docxrossskuddershamus
As a doctorally prepared nurse, you are writing a Continuous Quality Improvement project plan on
Reducing readmission/hospitalization rates for patients with Heart Failure
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1.
Describe how the Quality program is measured, data is collected, monitored, and analyzed.
2.
Determine performance measures, and develop indicators to measure performance, core measures, etc.
3.
Discuss a data collection plan including data collection methods such as chart review, etc. Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996 (HIPAA) policies must be followed.
4.
Consider following structure, process, outcomes, and patients’ experience measures. You must use nationally recognized and standardized measures if possible. See the
HCQA Health Plan Employer Data and Information Set (HEDIS) measures
a tool which lists inpatient and ambulatory performance measures in health care.
Document this assignment in 6 pages document and include 5 References.
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As a consumer of information, do you generally look for objectivity in news reporting or do you also want opinions? Why?
During the past election, did you follow a political story or candidate on the Internet? Did you follow similar stories on candidates through television or in your local paper? What were are differences between Internet reporting and television and newspaper reporting? From your observations, what do you think are the general effects of the Internet on politics?
200 words
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As a center of intellectual life and learning, Timbuktu
a. had very little intellectual life.
b. was a major point of congregation, bringing together knowledge from around the Muslim world. Correct
c. grew to be strong in spite of opposition from Malian kings.
d. was second only to Mogadishu in the number of universities.
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Certified medical administrative assistants (CMAAs) need to be aware of the many medical options that are available in their community.
For this assignment, develop a document that contains the community resources for breast cancer patients.
Discuss the steps that will be taken to gather and present the information.
Include a procedure to update the information on a regular basis.
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As (or after) you read
The Declaration of Independence
, identify three examples of each of the three elements in Aristotle's Triad: ethos, pathos, and logos. That means you need to provide a total of
nine
examples in the form of direct quotes from
The Declaration of Independence. Also, be sure to clearly label which element (ethos, pathos, or logos)
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The document discusses how leading companies are improving collaboration between marketing and other functions through revamping key decision-making processes. It focuses on three areas: planning and strategy decisions, execution decisions, and operations/infrastructure decisions. Companies use simple tools like defining decision roles, criteria, and processes to streamline decisions made at organizational "seams". This approach clarifies responsibilities and has helped companies like Target and Nordstrom make better aligned, faster decisions to increase marketing effectiveness.
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arugumentative essay on article given below
In “Parents Keep Child’s Gender Secret”, Jayme Poisson writes an article about the true story of a Canadian couple raising their child without ever revealing the child’s gender (keeping it secret from anyone not in their immediate family). This has incited many strong reactions from readers and locals alike. Poisson’s piece allows us to form our own opinions about this subject and forces us to examine why we consider gender so important to the development of a child.
Kenji Yoshino writes about the term covering. ‘Covering’, as Yoshino uses it, means to ‘tone down a disfavored identity to fit into the mainstream’ (552), and Yoshino argues that though Americans value the idea of the melting pot as a model for our culture, that ideal can have unintended negative consequences. Despite our avowed appreciation for multiculturalism, the unstated public expectation is still for people of all genders, sexual orientations and races to conform to rigid expectations.
Prompt:
Yoshino discusses the pressures we face to “cover”. Apply this concept and cross-reference Poisson’s piece and the decision Storm’s parents have made to keep their child’s gender a secret. In what ways is it a strategy to resist covering? Is it an effective one? Is some measure of covering necessary in our society? Make an argument about how cultural expectations and individual (or parental) choices should affect or does affect gender identity.
Essay Guidelines:
Quote the assigned readings to support your answer. Do not do additional research. Be sure to demonstrate your comprehension of the pieces by quoting and discussing relevant passages to support your thesis. Essays that draw support solely upon personal experience will not receive a passing grade. Additionally, make sure that you are not merely summarizing the readings
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arts
Article
Circling Round Vitruvius, Linear Perspective, and the
Design of Roman Wall Painting
Jocelyn Penny Small †
Department of Art History, Rutgers University, New Brunswick, NJ 08901, USA; [email protected]
† Mail: 890 West End Avenue, Apartment 4C, New York, NY 10025-3520, USA.
Received: 1 April 2019; Accepted: 2 September 2019; Published: 14 September 2019
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Abstract: Many scholars believe that linear perspective existed in classical antiquity, but a fresh
examination of two key texts in Vitruvius shows that 1.2.2 is about modularity and symmetria,
while 7.Pr.11 describes shading (skiagraphia). Moreover, these new interpretations are firmly based on
the classical understanding of optics and the history of painting (e.g., Pliny the Elder). A third text
(Philostratus, Imagines 1.4.2) suggests that the design of Roman wall painting depends on concentric
circles. Philostratus’ system is then used to successfully make facsimiles of five walls, representing
Styles II, III, and IV of Roman wall painting. Hence, linear perspective and its relatives, such as
Panofsky’s vanishing vertical axis, should not be imposed retrospectively where they never existed.
Keywords: linear perspective; skenographia; skiagraphia; Greek and Roman painting; Roman fresco;
Vitruvius; Philostratus
Two systems for designing Pompeian wall paintings have dominated modern scholarship: a
one- or center-point perspective and a vanishing vertical axis.1 Neither method works for all the
variations seen on the walls of Styles II–IV. The vanishing vertical axis is considered a precursor of
linear perspective, whereas center-point construction is a form of linear perspective. Many scholars
believe that linear perspective was invented by the Greeks, only to be forgotten during the Middle
Ages and “reinvented” in the Renaissance.2 In contrast, I propose that linear perspective was not
known in any form in antiquity but, rather, was an invention of the Renaissance, which also created its
putative ancient pedigree.
1. Background
1.1. Definitions
First, it is important to define four key terms.
“Perspective” applies loosely to a wide range of systems that convert a three-dimensional scene
to two dimensions. Most scholars, however, mean “linear perspective” when they use the unqualified
term “perspective”. No standard definition exists for linear perspective, but only linear perspective
obeys the rules of projective geometry. Formal definitions refer to “station points” (the point or
place for the “eye” of the “viewer” and/or “artist”), vanishing points, horizon lines, and picture
planes, among other aspects. Horizontal lines converge to the “center point” or, in the case of
1 This topic is remarkably complex with a massive bibliography. Small (2013) provides a reasonable summary of the
scholarship to its date of publication. Since then, I have realized that the standard interpretations of key texts and objects
needs to be totally rethought. This artic.
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The document summarizes a marketing presentation for promoting Sheffield as a tourism destination. It begins with an analysis of Sheffield's strengths, such as its natural scenery and strong artistic culture, and weaknesses, such as having less cultural attractions than competitors. The presentation then outlines marketing communication objectives to increase tourism by 40% and social media popularity by 30% in 12 months. A strategy is introduced to promote Sheffield's unique strengths of arts and natural geography through a "Green & Art Festival." The target audience is identified as people of all ages who love both arts and nature.
This study aimed to characterize workplace violence experienced by healthcare workers at a public hospital in Lisbon, Portugal. A qualitative survey was conducted through interviews with 6 workers, and a quantitative survey was distributed to 32 workers. The main findings were that 41 incidents of physical or verbal violence over the past 2 years were reported, with the majority perpetrated by patients or their family members. Most victims reported permanent feelings of hypervigilance after experiencing violence. Many workers were unfamiliar with reporting procedures or felt reporting was useless. Most felt workplace violence could be minimized through strategies like increased security and restricted access to patient care areas.
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Artist Analysis Project – Due Week 6
1)
Powerpoint project at least 10 slides.
2)
3 or more cited references from journals, magazines, newspapers, not all websites, not Wikipedia
3)
An analysis is a scholarly review of a famous artist and his or her work, not just whether we liked it or not.
4)
Use vocabulary and terms you learned in this class and apply them to your art choice.
5)
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You are to write a 3 page double spaced paper in 12 point font using Microsoft word.
You are to choose 3 digital artists who’s work is available to view on the internet.
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Biography who they are and where they studied,
Things that influenced their work and inspired them,
The artists philosophy on their work,
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Chapter wise All Notes of First year Basic Civil Engineering
Syllabus
Chapter-1
Introduction to objective, scope and outcome the subject
Chapter 2
Introduction: Scope and Specialization of Civil Engineering, Role of civil Engineer in Society, Impact of infrastructural development on economy of country.
Chapter 3
Surveying: Object Principles & Types of Surveying; Site Plans, Plans & Maps; Scales & Unit of different Measurements.
Linear Measurements: Instruments used. Linear Measurement by Tape, Ranging out Survey Lines and overcoming Obstructions; Measurements on sloping ground; Tape corrections, conventional symbols. Angular Measurements: Instruments used; Introduction to Compass Surveying, Bearings and Longitude & Latitude of a Line, Introduction to total station.
Levelling: Instrument used Object of levelling, Methods of levelling in brief, and Contour maps.
Chapter 4
Buildings: Selection of site for Buildings, Layout of Building Plan, Types of buildings, Plinth area, carpet area, floor space index, Introduction to building byelaws, concept of sun light & ventilation. Components of Buildings & their functions, Basic concept of R.C.C., Introduction to types of foundation
Chapter 5
Transportation: Introduction to Transportation Engineering; Traffic and Road Safety: Types and Characteristics of Various Modes of Transportation; Various Road Traffic Signs, Causes of Accidents and Road Safety Measures.
Chapter 6
Environmental Engineering: Environmental Pollution, Environmental Acts and Regulations, Functional Concepts of Ecology, Basics of Species, Biodiversity, Ecosystem, Hydrological Cycle; Chemical Cycles: Carbon, Nitrogen & Phosphorus; Energy Flow in Ecosystems.
Water Pollution: Water Quality standards, Introduction to Treatment & Disposal of Waste Water. Reuse and Saving of Water, Rain Water Harvesting. Solid Waste Management: Classification of Solid Waste, Collection, Transportation and Disposal of Solid. Recycling of Solid Waste: Energy Recovery, Sanitary Landfill, On-Site Sanitation. Air & Noise Pollution: Primary and Secondary air pollutants, Harmful effects of Air Pollution, Control of Air Pollution. . Noise Pollution Harmful Effects of noise pollution, control of noise pollution, Global warming & Climate Change, Ozone depletion, Greenhouse effect
Text Books:
1. Palancharmy, Basic Civil Engineering, McGraw Hill publishers.
2. Satheesh Gopi, Basic Civil Engineering, Pearson Publishers.
3. Ketki Rangwala Dalal, Essentials of Civil Engineering, Charotar Publishing House.
4. BCP, Surveying volume 1
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These slides walk through the story of 1 Samuel. Samuel is the last judge of Israel. The people reject God and want a king. Saul is anointed as the first king, but he is not a good king. David, the shepherd boy is anointed and Saul is envious of him. David shows honor while Saul continues to self destruct.
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ANTON CHEKHOV
The Lady with the Little Dog 299
The Lady with the Little Dog
Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky
I
The talk was that a new face had appeared on the embankment:
a lady
with a little dog. Dmitri Dmitrich Gurov, who had already spent
two weeks in
Yalta and was used to it, also began to take an interest in new
faces. Sitting in a
pavilion at Vemet's, he saw a young woman, not very tall,
blond, in a beret,
walking along the embankment; behind her ran a white spitz.
And after that he met her several times a day in the town garden
or in
the square. She went strolling alone, in the same beret, with the
white spitz;
nobody knew who she was, and they called her simply "the lady
with the
little dog."
"If she's here with no husband or friends," Gurov reflected, "it
5. wouldn't
be a bad idea to make her acquaintance."
He was not yet forty, but he had a twelve-year-old daughter and
two
sons in school. He had married young, while still a second-year
student, and
now his wife seemed half again his age. She was a tall woman
with dark eye-
brows, erect, imposing, dignified, and a thinking person, as she
called herself.
She read a great deal, used the new orthography, called her
husband not
Dmitri but Dimitri, but he secretly considered her none too
bright, narrow-
minded, graceless, was afraid of her, and disliked being at
home. He had
begun to be unfaithful to her long ago, was unfaithful often,
and, probably for
that reason, almost always spoke ill of women, and when they
were discussed
in his presence, he would say of them:
"An inferior race!"
It seemed to him that he had been taught enough by bitter
experience to
call them anything he liked, and yet he could not have lived
without the "infe-
rior race " even for two days. In the company of men he was
bored, ill at ease,
300 Anton Chekhov
6. with them he was taciturn and cold, but when he was among
women, he felt
himself free and knew what to talk about with them and how to
behave; and
he was at ease even being silent with them. In his appearance,
in his character,
in his whole nature there was something attractive and elusive
that disposed
women towards him and enticed them; he knew that, and he
himself was
attracted to them by some force.
Repeated experience, and bitter experience indeed, had long
since
taught him that every intimacy, which in the beginning lends
life such pleas-
ant diversity and presents itself as a nice and light adventure,
inevitably, with
decent people - especially irresolute Muscovites, who are slow
starters -
grows into a major task, extremely complicated, and the
situation finally
becomes burdensome. But at every new meeting with an
interesting woman,
this experience somehow slipped from his memory, and he
wanted to live,
and everything seemed quite simple and amusing.
And so one time, towards evening, he was having dinner in the
garden,
and the lady in the beret came over unhurriedly to take the table
next to his.
Her expression, her walk, her dress, her hair told him that she
belonged to
decent society, was married, in Yalta for the first time, and
alone, and that she
7. was bored here . .. In the stories about the impurity of local
morals there was
much untruth, he despised them and knew that these stories
were mostly
invented by people who would eagerly have sinned themselves
had they
known how; but when the lady sat down at the next table, three
steps away
from him, he remembered those stories of easy conquests, of
trips to the
mountains, and the tempting thought of a quick, fleeting liaison,
a romance
with an unknown woman, of whose very name you are ignorant,
suddenly
took possession of him.
He gently called the spitz, and when the dog came over, he
shook his fin-
ger at it. The spitz growled. Gurov shook his finger again.
The lady glanced at him and immediately lowered her eyes.
"He doesn't bite," she said and blushed.
"May I give him a bone?" and, when she nodded in the
affirmative, he
asked affably: "Have you been in Yalta long?"
"About five days."
"And I'm already dragging through my second week here."
They were silent for a while.
"The time passes quickly, and yet it's so boring here!" she said
without
looking at him.
"It's merely the accepted thing to say it's boring here. The
ordinary man
8. lives somewhere in his Belevo or Zhizdra and isn't bored, then
he comes here:
'Ah, how boring! Ah, how dusty!' You'd think he came from
Granada."
She laughed. Then they went on eating in silence, like
strangers; but
after dinner they walked off together - and a light, bantering
conversation
began, of free, contented people, who do not care where they go
or what they
talk about. They strolled and talked of how strange the light was
on the sea;
the water was of a lilac color, so soft and warm, and over it the
moon cast a
golden strip. They talked of how sultry it was after the hot day.
Gurov told her
he was a Muscovite, a philologist by education, but worked in a
bank; had
The Lady with the Little Dog 301
once been preparing to sing in an opera company, but had
dropped it, owned
two houses in Moscow ... And from her he learned that she grew
up in
Petersburg, but was married in S., where she had now been
living for two
years, that she would be staying in Yalta for about a month, and
that her hus-
band might come to fetch her, because he also wanted to get
some rest. She
was quite unable to explain where her husband served - in the
provincial
9. administration or the zemstvo1 council- and she herself found
that funny.
And Gurov also learned that her name W?S Anna Sergeevna.
Afterwards, in his hotel room, he thought about her, that
tomorrow she
would probably meet him again. It had to be so. Going to bed,
he recalled that
still quite recently she had been a schoolgirl, had studied just as
his daughter
was studying now, recalled how much timorousness and
angularity there was
in her laughter, her conversation with a stranger - it must have
been the first
time in her life that she was alone in such a situation, when she
was followed,
looked at, and spoken to with only one secret purpose, which
she could not
fail to guess. He recalled her slender, weak neck, her beautiful
gray eyes.
"There's something pathetic in her all the same," he thought and
began
to fall asleep.
II
A week had passed since they became acquainted. It was
Sunday. Inside
it was stuffy, but outside the dust flew in whirls, hats blew off.
They felt thirsty
all day, and Gurov often stopped at the pavilion, offering Anna
Sergeevna
now a soft drink, now ice cream. There was no escape.
In the evening when it relented a little, they went to the jetty to
10. watch
the steamer come in. There were many strollers on the pier; they
had come to
meet people, they were holding bouquets. And here two
particularities of the
smartly dressed Yalta crowd distinctly struck one's eye: the
elderly ladies
were dressed like young ones, and there were many generals.
Owing to the roughness of the sea, the steamer arrived late,
when the
sun had already gone down, and it was a long time turning
before it tied up.
Anna Sergeevna looked at the ship and the passengers through
her lorgnette,
as if searching for acquaintances, and when she turned to
Gurov, her eyes
shone. She talked a lot, and her questions were abrupt, and she
herself imme-
diately forgot what she had asked; then she lost her lorgnette in
the crowd.
The smartly dressed crowd was dispersing, the faces could no
longer be
seen, the wind had died down completely, and Gurov and Anna
Sergeevna
stood as if they were expecting someone else to get off the
steamer. Anna
Sergeevna was silent now and smelled the flowers, not looking
at Gurov.
"The weather 's improved towards evening," he said. "Where
shall we
go now? Shall we take a drive somewhere?"
She made no answer.
11. Then he looked at her intently and suddenly embraced her and
kissed
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302 Anton Chekhov
her on the lips, and he was showered with the fragrance and
moisture of the
flowers, and at once looked around timorously - had anyone
seen them?
"Let's go to your place ... " he said softly.
And they both walked quickly.
Her hotel room was stuffy and smelled of the perfumes she had
bought
in a Japanese shop. Gurov, looking at her now, thought: "What
meetings there
are in life!" From the past he had kept the memory of carefree,
good-natured
women, cheerful with love, grateful to him for their happiness,
however brief;
and of women - his wife, for example - who loved without
sincerity, with
superfluous talk, affectedly, with hysteria, with an expression
as if it were not
love, not passion, but something more significant; and of those
two or three
very beautiful, cold ones, in whose faces a predatory expression
would sud-
denly flash, a stubborn wish to take, to snatch from life more
than it could
give, and these were women not in their first youth, capricious,
12. unreasonable,
domineering, unintelligent, and when Gurov cooled towards
them, their
beauty aroused hatred in him, and the lace of their underwear
seemed to him
like scales.
But here was all the timorousness and angularly of
inexperienced youth,
a feeling of awkwardness, and an impression of bewilderment,
as if someone
had suddenly knocked at the door. Anna Sergeevna, the "lady
with the little
dog," somehow took a special, very serious attitude towards
what had hap-
pened, as if it were her fall - so it seemed, and that was strange
and inoppor-
tune. Her features drooped and faded, and her long hair hung
down sadly on
both sides of her face, she sat pondering in a dejected pose, like
the sinful
woman in an old painting.
"It's not good," she said. "You'll be the first not to respect me
now."
There was a watermelon on the table in the hotel room. Gurov
cut him-
self a slice and unhurriedly began to eat it. At least half an hour
passed in
silence.
Anna Sergeevna was touching, she had about her a breath of the
purity
of a proper, naive, little-experienced woman; the solitary candle
burning on
13. the table barely lit up her face, but it was clear that her heart
was uneasy.
"Why should I stop respecting you?" asked Gurov. "You don't
know
what you're saying yourself."
"God forgive me!" she said, and her eyes filled with tears. "This
is
terrible."
"It's like you're justifying yourself."
"How can I justify myself? I'm a bad, low woman, I despise
myself and
am not even thinking of any justification. It's not my husband
I've deceived,
but my own self! And not only now, I've been deceiving myself
for a long
time. My husband may be an honest and good man, but he's a
lackey! I don't
know what he does there, how he serves, I only know that he's a
lackey. I mar-
ried him when I was twenty, I was tormented by curiosity, I
wanted some-
thing better. I told myself there must be a different life. I
wanted to live! To
live and live .. . I was burning with curiosity ... you won't
understand it,
but I swear to God that I couldn't control myself any longer,
something
The Lady with the Little Dog 303
14. was happening to me, I couldn't restrain myself, I told my
husband I was
ill and came here ... And here I go about as if in a daze, as if
I'm out of
my mind ... and now I've become a trite, trashy woman, whom
anyone can
despise."
Gurov was bored listening, he was annoyed by the naive tone,
by this
repentance, so unexpected and out of place; had it not been for
the tears in her
eyes, one might have thought she was joking or playing a role.
"I don't understand," he said softly, "what is it you want?"
She hid her face on his chest and pressed herself to him.
"Believe me, believe me, I beg you ... " she said. "I love an
honest, pure
life, sin is vile to me, I myself don't know what I'm doing.
Simple people say,
'The unclean one beguiled me.' And now I can say of myself
that the unclean
one has beguiled me."
"Enough, enough ... " he muttered.
He looked into her fixed, frightened eyes, kissed her, spoke
softly and
tenderly, and she gradually calmed down, and her gaiety
returned. They both
began to laugh.
Later, when they went out, there was not a soul on the
embankment, the
town with its cypresses looked completely dead, but the sea still
15. beat noisily
against the shore; one barge was rocking on the waves, and the
lantern on it
glimmered sleepily.
They found a cab and drove to Oreanda.
"I just learned your last name downstairs in the lobby: it was
written on
the board - von Dideritz," said Gurov. "Is your husband
German?"
"No, his grandfather was German, I think, but he himself is
Orthodox."
In Oreanda they sat on a bench not far from the church, looked
down on
the sea, and were silent. Yalta was barely visible through the
morning mist,
white clouds stood motionless on the mountaintops. The leaves
of the trees
did not stir, cicadas called, and the monotonous, dull noise of
the sea, coming
from below, spoke of the peace, of the eternal sleep that awaits
us. So it had
sounded below when neither Yalta nor Oreanda were there, so it
sounded
now and would go on sounding with the same dull indifference
when we are
no longer here. And in this constancy, in this utter indifference
to the life and
death of each of us, there perhaps lies hidden the pledge of our
eternal salva-
tion, the unceasing movement of life on earth, of unceasing
perfection. Sitting
beside the young woman, who looked so beautiful in the dawn,
appeased and
16. enchanted by the view of this magical decor - sea, mountains,
clouds, the
open sky - Gurov reflected that, essentially, if you thought of it,
everything
was beautiful in this world, everything except for what we
ourselves think
and do when we forget the higher goals of being and our human
dignity.
Some man came up - it must have been a watchman - looked at
them,
and went away. And this detail seemed such a mysterious thing,
and also
beautiful. The steamer from Feodosia could be seen approaching
in the glow
of the early dawn, its lights out.
"There's dew on the grass," said Anna Sergeevna after a silence.
"Yes. It's time to go home."
304 Anton Chekhov
They went back to town.
After that they met on the embankment every noon, had lunch
together,
dined, strolled, admired the sea. She complained that she slept
poorly and
that her heart beat anxiously, kept asking the same questions,
troubled now by
jealousy, now by fear that he did not respect her enough. And
often on the
square or in the garden, when there was no one near them, he
would suddenly
17. draw her to him and kiss her passionately. Their complete
idleness, those
kisses in broad daylight, with a furtive look around and the fear
that someone
might see them, the heat, the smell of the sea, and the constant
flashing before
their eyes of idle, smartly dressed, well-fed people, seemed to
transform him;
he repeatedly told Anna Sergeevna how beautiful she was, and
how seduc-
tive, was impatiently passionate, never left her side, while she
often brooded
and kept asking him to admit that he did not respect her, did not
love her at
all, and saw in her only a trite woman. Late almost every
evening they went
somewhere out of town, to Oreanda or the cascade; these
outings were suc-
cessful, their impressions each time were beautiful, majestic.
They were expecting her husband to arrive. But a letter came
from him
in which he said that his eyes hurt and begged his wife to come
home quickly.
Anna Sergeevna began to hurry.
"It's good that I'm leaving," she said to Gurov. "It's fate itself."
She went by carriage, and he accompanied her. They drove for a
whole
day. When she had taken her seat in the express train and the
second bell had
rung, she said:
"Let me have one more look at you ... One more look. There."
She did not cry, but was sad, as if ill, and her face trembled.
18. "''ll think of you ... remember you," she said. "God be with you.
Don't
think ill of me. We're saying good-bye forever, it must be so,
because we
should never have met. Well, God be with you."
The train left quickly, its lights soon disappeared, and a moment
later
the noise could no longer be heard, as if everything were
conspiring on pur-
pose to put a speedy end to this sweet oblivion, this madness.
And, left alone
on the platform and gazing into the dark distance, Gurov
listened to the
chirring of the grasshoppers and the hum of the telegraph wires
with a feeling
as if he had just woken up. And he thought that now there was
one more affair
or adventure in his life, and it, too, was now over, and all that
was left was the
memory ... He was touched, saddened, and felt some slight
remorse; this
young woman whom he was never to see again had not been
happy with him;
he had been affectionate with her, and sincere, but all the same,
in his treat-
ment of her, in his tone and caresses, there had been a slight
shade of mockery,
the somewhat coarse arrogance of a happy man, who was,
moreover, almost
twice her age. She had all the while called him kind,
extraordinary, lofty; obvi-
ously, he had appeared to her not as he was in reality, and
therefore he had
involuntarily deceived her ...
19. Here at the station there was already a breath of autumn, the
wind was
cool.
"It's time I headed north, too," thought Gurov, leaving the
platform.
"High time!"
III
The Lady with the Little Dog 305
At home in Moscow everything was already wintry, the stoves
were
heated, and in the morning, when the children were getting
ready for school
and drinking their tea, it was dark, and the nanny would light a
lamp for a
short time. The frosts had already set in. When the first snow
falls, on the first
day of riding in sleighs, it is pleasant to see the white ground,
the white roofs;
one's breath feels soft and pleasant, and in those moments one
remembers
one's youth. The old lindens and birches, white with hoarfrost,
have a good-
natured look, they are nearer one's heart than cypresses and
palms, and near
them one no longer wants to think of mountains and the sea.
Gurov was a Muscovite. He returned to Moscow on a fine,
frosty day,
and when he put on his fur coat and warm gloves and strolled
20. down Petrovka,
and when on Saturday evening he heard the bells ringing, his
recent trip and
the places he had visited lost all their charm for him. He
gradually became
immersed in Moscow life, now greedily read three newspapers a
day and said
that he never read the Moscow newspapers on principle. He was
drawn to
restaurants, clubs, to dinner parties, celebrations, and felt
flattered that he had
famous lawyers and actors among his clients, and that at the
Doctors' Club he
played cards with a professor. He could eat a whole portion of
selyanka2 from
the pan .. .
A month would pass and Anna Sergeevna, as it seemed to him,
would
be covered by mist in his memory and would only appear to him
in dreams
with a touching smile, as other women did. But more than a
month passed,
deep winter came, and yet everything was as clear in his
memory as if he had
parted with Anna Sergeevna only the day before. And the
memories burned
brighter and brighter. Whether from the voices of his children
doing their
homework, which reached him in his study in the evening quiet,
or from hear-
ing a romance, or an organ in a restaurant, or the blizzard
howling in the
chimney, everything would suddenly rise up in his memory:
what had hap-
pened on the jetty, and the early morning with mist on the
21. mountains, and the
steamer from Feodosia, and the kisses. He would pace the room
for a long
time, and remember, and smile, and then his memories would
turn to reveries,
and in his imagination the past would mingle with what was still
to be. Anna
Sergeevna was not a dream, she followed him everywhere like a
shadow and
watched him. Closing his eyes, he saw her as if alive, and she
seemed younger,
more beautiful, more tender than she was; and he also seemed
better to
himself than he had been then, in Yalta. In the evenings she
gazed at him from
the bookcase, the fireplace, the corner, he could hear her
breathing, the gentle
rustle of her skirts. In the street he followed women with his
eyes, looking for
one who resembled her ...
And he was tormented now by a strong desire to tell someone
his mem-
ories. But at home it was impossible to talk of his love, and
away from home
there was no one to talk with. Certainly not among his tenants
nor at the bank.
And what was there to say? Had he been in love then? Was
there anything
2 Meat stewed with pickled cabbage and served in a pan.
306 Anton Chekhov
22. beautiful, poetic, or instructive, or merely interesting, in his
relations with
Anna Sergeevna? And he found himself speaking vaguely of
love, of women,
and no one could guess what it was about, and only his wife
raised her dark
eyebrows and said:
"You know, Dimitri, the role of fop doesn't suit you at all."
One night, as he was leaving the Doctors' Club together with his
part-
ner, an official, he could not help himself and said:
"If you only knew what a charming woman I met in Yalta!"
The official got into a sleigh and drove off, but suddenly turned
around
and called out:
"Dmitri Dmitrich!"
"What?"
"You were right earlier: the sturgeon was a bit off!"
Those words, so very ordinary, for some reason suddenly made
Gurov
indignant, struck him as humiliating, impure. Such savage
manners, such
faces! These senseless nights, and such uninteresting,
unremarkable days!
Frenzied card-playing, gluttony, drunkenness, constant talk
about the same
thing. Useless matters and conversations about the same thing
took for their
share the best part of one's time, the best of one's powers, and
what was left in
the end was some sort of curtailed, wingless life, some sort of
nonsense, and it
23. was impossible to get away or flee, as if you were sitting in a
madhouse or a
prison camp!
Gurov did not sleep all night and felt indignant, and as a result
had a
headache all the next day. And the following nights he slept
poorly, sitting up
in bed all the time and thinking, or pacing up and down. He was
sick of the
children, sick of the bank, did not want to go anywhere or talk
about anything.
In December, during the holidays, he got ready to travel and
told his
wife he was leaving for Petersburg to solicit for a certain young
man - and
went to S. Why? He did not know very well himself. He wanted
to see Anna
Sergeevna and talk with her, to arrange a meeting, if he could.
He arrived at S. in the morning and took the best room in the
hotel,
where the whole floor was covered with gray army flannel and
there was an
inkstand on the table, gray with dust, with a horseback rider,
who held his
hat in his raised hand, but whose head was broken off. The hall
porter gave
him the necessary information: von Dideritz lives in his own
house on Staro-
Goncharnaya Street, not far from the hotel; he has a good life,
is wealthy,
keeps his own horses, everybody in town knows him. The porter
pronounced
it "Dridiritz."
24. Gurov walked unhurriedly to Staro-Goncharnaya Street, found
the
house. Just opposite the house stretched a fence, long, gray,
with spikes.
"You could flee from such a fence," thought Gurov, looking
now at the
windows, now at the fence.
He reflected: today was not a workday, and the husband was
probably
at home. And anyhow it would be tactless to go in and cause
embarrassment.
If he sent a message, it might fall into the husband's hands, and
that would
ruin everything. It would be best to trust to chance. And he kept
pacing up
and down the street and near the fence and waited for his
chance. He saw a
The Lady with the Little Dog 307
beggar go in the gates and saw the dogs attack him, then, an
hour later, he
heard someone playing a piano, and the sounds reached him
faintly, indis-
tinctly. It must have been Anna Sergeevna playing. The front
door suddenly
opened and some old woman came out, the familiar white spitz
running after
her. Gurov wanted to call the dog, but his heart suddenly
throbbed, and in his
excitement he was unable to remember the spitz's name.
25. He paced up and down, and hated the gray fence more and more,
and
now he thought with vexation that Anna Sergeevna had
forgotten him, and
was perhaps amusing herself with another man, and that that
was so natural
in the situation of a young woman who had to look at this
cursed fence from
morning till evening. He went back to his hotel room and sat on
the sofa for a
long time, not knowing what to do, then had dinner, then took a
long nap.
"How stupid and upsetting this all is," he thought, when he
woke up
and looked at the dark windows: it was already evening. "So
I've had my
sleep. Now what am I to do for the night?"
He sat on the bed, which was covered with a cheap, gray,
hospital-like
blanket, and taunted himself in vexation:
"Here's the lady with the little dog for you ... Here's an
adventure for
you ... Yes, here you sit."
That morning, at the train station, a poster with very big
lettering had
caught his eye: it was the opening night of The Geisha. He
remembered it and
went to the theater.
"It's very likely that she goes to opening nights," he thought.
The theater was full. And here, too, as in all provincial theaters
26. gener-
ally, a haze hung over the chandeliers, the gallery stirred
noisily; the local
dandies stood in the front row before the performance started,
their hands
behind their backs; and here, too, in the governor's box, the
governor's
daughter sat in front, wearing a boa, while the governor himself
modestly hid
behind the portiere, and only his hands could be seen; the
curtain swayed, the
orchestra spent a long time tuning up. All the while the public
came in and
took their seats, Gurov kept searching greedily with his eyes.
Anna Sergeevna came in. She sat in the third row, and when
Gurov
looked at her, his heart was wrung, and he realized clearly that
there was now
no person closer, dearer, or more important for him in the whole
world; this
small woman, lost in the provincial crowd, not remarkable for
anything, with
a vulgar lorgnette in her hand, now filled his whole life, was his
grief, his joy,
the only happiness he now wished for himself; and to the sounds
of the bad
orchestra, with its trashy local violins, he thought how beautiful
she was. He
thought and dreamed.
A man came in with Anna Sergeevna and sat down next to her, a
young
man with little side-whiskers, very tall, stooping; he nodded his
head at every
27. step, and it seemed he was perpetually bowing. This was
probably her hus-
band, whom she, in an outburst of bitter feeling that time in
Yalta, had called a
lackey. And indeed, in his long figure, his side-whiskers, his
little bald spot,
there was something of lackeyish modesty; he had a sweet
smile, and the
badge of some learned society gleamed in his buttonhole, like
the badge of a
lackey.
308 Anton Chekhov
During the first intermission the husband went to smoke; she
remained
in her seat. Gurov, who was also sitting in the stalls, went up to
her and said in
a trembling voice and with a forced smile:
"How do you do?"
She looked at him and paled, then looked again in horror, not
believing
her eyes, and tightly clutched her fan and lorgnette in her hand,
obviously
struggling with herself to keep from fainting. Both were silent.
She sat, he
stood, alarmed at her confusion, not venturing to sit down next
to her. T he
tuning-up violins and flutes sang out, it suddenly became
frightening, it
seemed that people were gazing at them from all the boxes. But
then she got
28. up and quickly walked to the exit, he followed her, and they
both went con-
fusedly through corridors and stairways, going up, then down,
and the uni-
forms of the courts, the schools, and the imperial estates flashed
before them,
all with badges; ladies flashed by, fur coats on hangers, a drafty
wind blew,
drenching them with the smell of cigar stubs. And Gurov, whose
heart was
pounding, thought: "Oh, Lord! Why these people, this orchestra
... "
And just then he suddenly recalled how, at the station in the
evening
after he had seen Anna Sergeevna off, he had said. to himself
that everything
was over and they would never see each other again. But how
far it still was
from being over!
On a narrow, dark stairway with the sign "To the
Amphitheater," she
stopped.
"How you frightened me!" she said, breathing heavily, still
pale, stunned.
"Oh, how you frightened me! I'm barely alive. Why did you
come? Why?"
"But understand, Anna, understand ... " he said in a low voice,
hurry-
ing. "I beg you to understand ... "
She looked at him with fear, with entreaty, with love, looked at
him
29. intently, the better to keep his features in her memory.
"I've been suffering sol" she went on, not listening to him. "I
think only
of you all the time, I've lived by my thoughts of you. And I've
tried to forget,
to forget, but why, why did you come?"
Further up, on the landing, two high-school boys were smoking
and
looking down, but Gurov did not care, he drew Anna Sergeevna
to him and
began kissing her face, her cheeks, her hands.
"What are you doing, what are you doing!" she repeated in
horror,
pushing him away from her. "We've both lost our minds. Leave
today, leave at
once ... I adjure you by all that's holy, I implore you ...
Somebody's coming!"
Someone was climbing the stairs.
"You must leave ... " Anna Sergeevna went on in a whisper. "Do
you
hear, Dmitri Dmitrich? I'll come to you in Moscow. I've never
been happy, I'm
unhappy now, and I'll never, never be happy, never! Don't make
me suffer still
more! I swear I'll come to Moscow. But we must part now! My
dear one, my
good one, my darling, we must part!"
She pressed his hand and quickly began going downstairs,
turning back
to look at him, and it was clear from her eyes that she was
30. indeed not
happy ... Gurov stood for a little while, listened, then, when
everything was
quiet, found his coat and left the theater.
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The Lady with the Little Dog 309
And Anna Sergeevna began coming to see him in Moscow. Once
every
two or three months she leftS., and told her husband she was
going to consult
a professor about her female disorder- and her husband did and
did not
believe her. Arriving in Moscow, she stayed at the Slavyansky
Bazaar and at
once sent a man in a red hat to Gurov. Gurov came to see her,
and nobody in
Moscow knew of it.
Once he was going to see her in that way on a winter morning
(the mes-
senger had come the previous evening but had not found him
in). With him
was his daughter, whom he wanted to see off to school, which
was on the way.
Big, wet snow was falling.
"It's now three degrees above freezing, and yet it's snowing,"
Gurov
said to his daughter. "But it's warm only near the surface of the
earth, while in
the upper layers of the atmosphere the temperature is quite
31. different."
"And why is there no thunder in winter, papa?"
He explained that, too. He spoke and thought that here he was
going to
a rendezvous, and not a single soul knew of it or probably
would ever know.
He had two lives: an apparent one, seen and known by all who
needed it,
filled with conventional truth and conventional deceit, which
perfectly re-
sembled the lives of his acquaintances and friends, and another
that went on
in secret. And by some strange coincidence, perhaps an
accidental one, every-
thing that he found important, interesting, necessary, in which
he was sincere
and did not deceive himself, which constituted the core of his
life, occurred in
secret from others, while everything that made up his lie, his
shell, in which
he hid in order to conceal the truth- for instance, his work at the
bank, his
arguments at the club, his "inferior race," his attending official
celebrations
with his wife - all this was in full view. And he judged others
by himself, did
not believe what he saw, and always supposed that every man
led his own
real and very interesting life under the cover of secrecy, as
under the cover of
night. Every personal existence was upheld by a secret, and it
was perhaps
partly for that reason that every cultivated man took such
anxious care that his
32. personal secret should be respected.
After taking his daughter to school, Gurov went to the
Slavyansky
Bazaar. He took his fur coat off downstairs, went up, and
knocked softly at the
door. Anna Sergeevna, wearing his favorite gray dress, tired
from the trip and
the expectation, had been waiting for him since the previous
evening; she was
pale, looked at him and did not smile, and he had barely come
in when she
was already leaning on his chest. Their kiss was long, lingering,
as if they had
not seen each other for two years.
"Well, how is your life there?" he asked. "W hat's new?"
"Wait, I'll tell you ... I can't."
She could not speak because she was crying. She turned away
from him
and pressed a handkerchief to her eyes.
"Well, let her cry a little, and meanwhile I'll sit down," he
thought, and
sat down in an armchair.
Then he rang and ordered tea; and then, while he drank tea, she
went on
310 Anton Chekhov
standing with her face turned to the window ... She was crying
from anxiety,
33. from a sorrowful awareness that their life had turned out so
sadly; they only
saw each other in secret, they hid from people like thieves! Was
their life not
broken?
"Well, stop now," he said.
For him it "Xas obvious that this love of theirs would not end
soon, that
there was no knowing when. Anna Sergeevna's attachment to
him grew ever
stronger, she adored him, and it would have been unthinkable to
tell her that it
all really had to end at some point; and she would not have
believed it.
He went up to her and took her by the shoulders to caress her, to
make a
joke, and at that moment he saw himself in the mirror.
His head was beginning to tum gray. And it seemed strange to
him that
he had aged so much in those last years, had lost so much of his
good looks.
The shoulders on which his hands lay were warm and trembled.
He felt com-
passion for this life, still so warm and beautiful, but probably
already near the
point where it would begin to fade and wither, like his own life.
W hy did she
love him so? Women had always taken him to be other than he
was, and they
had loved in him, not himself, but a man their imagination had
created, whom
they had greedily sought all their lives; and then, when they had
34. noticed their
mistake, they had still loved him. And not one of them had been
happy with
him. Time passed, he met women, became intimate, parted, but
not once did
he love; there was anything else, but not love.
And only now, when his head was gray, had he really fallen in
love as
one ought to - for the first time in his life.
He and Anna Sergeevna loved each other like very close, dear
people,
like husband and wife, like tender friends; it seemed to them
that fate itself
had destined them for each other, and they could not understand
why he had
a wife and she a husband; and it was as if they were two birds
of passage, a
male and a female, who had been caught and forced to live in
separate cages.
They had forgiven each other the things they were ashamed of
in the past,
they forgave everything in the present, and they felt that this
love of theirs had
changed them both.
Formerly, in sad moments, he had calmed himself with all sorts
of argu-
ments, whatever had come into his head, but now he did not
care about any
arguments, he felt deep compassion, he wanted to be sincere,
tender ...
"Stop, my good one," he said, "you've had your cry- and enough
...
35. Let's talk now, we'll think up something."
Then they had a long discussion, talked about how to rid
themselves of
the need for hiding, for deception, for living in different towns
and not seeing
each other for long periods. How could they free themselves
from these
unbearable bonds?
"How? How?" he asked, clutching his head. "How?"
And it seemed that, just a little more - and the solution would
be
found, and then a new, beautiful life would begin; and it was
clear to both of
them that the end was still far, far off, and that the most
complicated and diffi-
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APOL 104
Worldview Paper Instructions
Before you begin writing your paper, you should first consider
which formatting style that you will be using. In this course, we
36. allow you to choose the one that you are more familiar with, or
the one that will ultimately be the style most often used within
your major.
This is a research paper, not a Discussion Board Forum, so it is
expected that your paper will be formatted and cited using one
of the following styles: current APA, MLA, or Turabian.
Requirements:
1. Cover page – This is the first page to be included in your
paper (Based on the formatting style that you will be using, see
the sample papers in Blackboard).
a. APA: For this course, a Summary or Abstract is not required.
b. MLA: This format does not require a title page, but does
require a specific format for student information.
2. Content pages – These pages will contain your content and
fulfill the requirements as listed below.
a. Be sure to complete the minimum word count for each Part (I,
II, and III).
i. Do NOT include the question as part of your word count.
ii. Direct quotations must be short and limited.
iii. Include your word count at the bottom of each section of the
paper (Part I,II, and III).
iv. NOTE: Submissions totaling fewer than 250 words will not
receive credit.
b. Quotations and material used from other sources must be
cited using current APA, MLA or Turabian format. You must
include in-text citations and a Bibliography/Reference or Works
Cited page.
c. Check your work for spelling and grammatical errors.
d. Be sure to do your own work, do not plagiarize.
3. Bibliography/References/Works Cited page
a. In addition to the in-text citations, a Bibliography/Reference
or Works Cited page must be included.
b. A minimum of 3 different sources is required.
37. i. Use academic sources for your paper. (For example, do not
include blogs, social media, opinion pages, or Wikipedia.)
ii. At least 2 of the sources must be outside of the materials
used in this course (this would include the Bible, any required
reading or videos, and the required textbooks).
c. Use correct APA, MLA, or Turabian style.
Content:
1. Fulfill the requirements as listed above.
2. Answer the following questions in 3 clearly separate parts (I,
II, and III).
I. Part I: (50-word minimum)
What is a worldview? Define what the term “worldview” means.
Use descriptive phrases to support your definition.
II. Part II: (300-word minimum)
Articulate the biblical/Christian wrldview (what is believed) for
each of the following 5 questions. Give 2 relevant scripture
references for each of the five questions below (do not write out
the verses) to support why it is believed. Each of the 5 qestions
must be answered in a separate paragraph.
1. The Question of Origin – (How did life begin? How did
mankind come into existence?)
2. The Question of Identity – (What does it mean to be human?
Are humans more important than animals?)
3. The Question of Meaning/Purpose – (Why does mankind
exist? Why do I exist?)
4. The Question of Morality – (What is meant by right and
wrong? How should I live?)
5. The Question of Destiny – (Is there life after death? What
will happen to me when I die?)
*An overview of these specific wrldview questions can be found
in chapter 4 of Finding Your Worldview: Thinking Christianly
about the World
38. Part III: (100-word minimum)
Referring specifically to how biblicalworldview beliefs
influence your answer, choose only 2of these:
How might/should a biblical worldviewinfluence the way you…
1. …think about, treat, and speak to others on a daily basis?
2. …vote in local or national elections?
3. …treat/interact with the environment and non-human
creation?
4. …decide on a future career (what you will choose and/or how
you will carry it out)?
This assignment is due by 11:59 p.m. (ET) on Monday of
Module/Week 3.
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