In this scene we are taken to a hospital where in lays an old man in his death bed, gathered about him is his family, various people he has met old and young alike. He looks at each one and thinks about the seven stages, for in the crowd of loved ones he sees a stage of himself. For the main actor, the old man in his death bed, I would choose Alan Young. He is a very talented actor. Although recently he’s only done voice acting, since he is giving this scene in an inner monologue he will only have to do voice over. The scene from the lesson this resembles the most is the last scene with the calmer narrator sharing his thoughts. As far as presentation on phrasing and tone for how the speech is said, the second video is near spot on with the
The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.
From reading the excerpt once, a monologue is a key concept to the development of the novel. Capote initiates monologue to show the characters’ unspoken thoughts. Monologue reveals characters secret thoughts or intentions. Perry Smith is the vulnerable sidekick who goes along with Dick. Trying to leave the murder of the Clutter family behind, Perry tormented with the never ending feelings of guilt.
Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.
There I am, surrounded by murderers and mercenaries trying to kill me. You may wonder what I did, what happened to end up in that situation. Well let’s start from the beginning, I am John Northwest and I was born in Lima-Peru. My father was a police officer, he was killed when I was 13. My mother Ariana married a congressman Jorge De La Cruz.
“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.
The couple sits on their couch in the living room of their large two story home, they moved into early in the summer, newly built, beautifully decorated. Both staring at their flat screen T.V watching pictures of their son flash across the screen with tears in their eyes.
I knew I was going to fell in love with this book the moment I laid my eyes on the first page.
This passage illustrates the lack of connection between Cha-Cha and his brothers, Russell and Lonnie. He is desperately trying to get someone to understand the struggles in his life but he cannot seem to connect with any of his siblings. Flournoy wrote this section of the book so that it contains strictly dialogue between the characters. We, the readers, are not able to gain a clear insight as to how each character is reacting to the telephone conversation. When speaking over the phone, it is very difficult to judge the reaction of the person on the end of the line.
Wolfsheim, a man over embellished by rings and lavish attire. He leans forward to address a young wide eyed Gatsby. Gatsby leans in and follows Woldsheim’s story of his tough childhood in Manhattan. Wolfsheim blight was being the son of an abusive business man and that he knew nothing better than a life of physical and emotional abuse.
When I and George found Lennie I knew deep inside me, that the dream couldn’t continue. It was just like Santa Claus, everyone believes in it because one person keeps the spirit up. Lennie believed in it and wanted it most but now he can’t stay here and he will probably die. I hope he will be alright because he reminds me of my dog. He needed me and I was dependent on him because otherwise I would turn lonely. It’s the same with George and Lennie where Lennie is my dog and George is me. If Curley and the others find out they will probably kill Lennie and if Lennie dies they might also kill me finally because I’m just an old guy who worked beyond his usefulness. I don’t want to die yet so I asked George if he knew whether we could continue
I owe you a thanks. For being my favorite big brother ever. You’re my day one. My chauffer. My protector. My supporter. My role model. You’re all these things and more.
Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.
I was quite shocked by Mario’s antics. But, it shocked me even more when he changed for the better after receiving a lot of forgiveness from his community. Mario was probably forgiven because the people might’ve known that they can help change him and maybe they also realized that he was going through a lot. Although I am not sure if Mario should’ve been forgiven, it seemed to be exactly what he needed in life. Forgiving Mario also changed him for the better.
“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.
Third Monologue by Franklin Livingston for Juilliard Movie: Karanti. Language: Urdu: Character: Partab (The Protagonist) Laugh! Wow, so you all are here to see my death circus. Now they will hang me. My tongue will come out and then my eyes.