Analysis: A Feral Institution

The book The Peculiar Institution takes an in-depth look at slavery in America from the beginning. The author tells the story after doing a lot of research of how the entire south operated with slavery and in the individual states. The author uses a lot of examples from actual plantations and uses a lot of statistics to tell the story of the south. The author’s thesis statement throughout this book is stated in the title of the book that tells that slavery is a peculiar institution, which also means that it is a very interesting form of service. There are many strange events that not only led up to slavery but that

To die, to sleep-/ No more- and by a sleep to say we end’ The heartache and the thousand natural shocks, That flesh is heir to/‘tis a consummation”(3.1 64-71).

I used to be proud of who I was. I used to be free, but I’ve fallen, slowly stripped bare of all I was and could have been. I resent them, those who gruesomely ripped me from my haven and shackled me beneath their feet. I resent the world for abandoning me in this hell, leaving me to suffer. I resent who I have become, a puppet, used only for their entertainment. The devil only grows within me, plaguing my mind during the sleepless nights. Feeding images into my mind. Images of their blood splattered across the walls of their beloved blue and red (tent). My teeth sinking into the fatty flesh of their neck. The horror painted on their faces as I gleefully avenge the loss of my sanity. And I detest myself. I loathe the satisfaction that I feel fantasising about their murder. I fear myself, and what I have become under their control. I yearn for the days I spent in my

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed — I aided — I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew

In “Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant it expresses death but it also expresses the greatness of life. It states at the end “to live”. Which means to live life to fullest and don’t let anyone slow you down on what you are doing. But it

I better brook the loss of brittle life than those proud titles thou hast won of me. They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh. But thoughts, the slaves of life, the life, time’s fool, and time, that takes severe of all the world, must have a stop. O, I could prophesy, but that the earthy and cold hand of death.” (112).

Man’s soul becomes consumed with fire and heat. The soul becomes hell, as the doomed sinner journeys into hell. The soul and hell represent dark isolation and

Death is the most inevitable and unknown aspect of life. It is unescapable, and by most of today’s population, it is feared in the utmost regard. Our materialistic views and constant desertion of religious ideals has forced our society to view death as an ultimate end. Socrates and St. Augustine’s views on death differ from many views on the subject in 2017, however, for their time, these men had the power to influence a plethora of individuals with their theories. For Socrates, death should never be feared and should be considered a blessing if our souls were to ascend to heaven, or death could be an extensive slumber without any dreaming whatsoever. With

These examples outlined above have shown that the dire wolf has maintained its fascination for human beings long after its extinction. Its combination of force, cruelty and cunning, along with enormous size, and tendency to roam in packs serve as an example of power even in very harsh conditions. It has connotations of majesty, and also cruelty, especially when dealing out justice and revenge. Even in the twenty first century it has the power to cast fear into our modern imagination.

The rains of woe fell upon me, as I looked upon the cave of dread. I was sent on a quest to seek an audience with the servant of death named Despair. My heart was afire with the flames of desolation as I slowly entered his abode. Bereft of the fruits of life, the only inhabitants were black stones splashed with blood, a red more vibrant than wine. Skeletons, blackened with age, littered the ground, painting a grotesque display. Abhorred by the sight, my heart begged me to escape and I would have abided my frighted heart, if not for a moan. ‘Twas not a moan from a man or beast, but from inside my mind like a voice from the divine. Lying on the ground before me was not a being of flesh but a rusted blade.

It had been a few of decades since any new entity had joined among the tribal sins of Hell. Greed was sent out, this time, to gather the beast before it awoke. She cooed to her two combat wolves scattered in the fiery magma fields, of whom were among the shattered bones and crimson blood that plastered the ground beneath them. Their claws scraped furiously at the earth, skinning the flesh of countless souls under. Greed took her time pacing along the river of blood, humming softly to herself as lost souls moaning and begging for redemption kneeled at her feet.

Desire and death Desire is the necessary condition for self-consciousness; we long to know, to be recognized or simply long to own commodities. Desire is necessary to our being; as we pursue knowledge we continue to grow and therefore become increasingly conscious of ourselves. Equally, death is the necessary condition for the evolution of a being and a natural occurrence of progress; without death man cannot progress as he remains static. The relation between death and desire reflects the connection between the struggle of life and death. Desire indicates that the individual is conscious; furthermore it also reflects the evident opposition between life and death.

What is hell? Two standard features are associated with hell one is fire and the other is darkness. When reading this back, it sounds quite funny because usually when you think of fire, you associated with light. However, the impressions that are given show quite the opposite: “on all sides round/ as one great furnace flamed, yet those flames/ no light, but rather darkness visible” (Milton 63). The phrase “darkness visible” seems to be an oxymoron but is also meaningful to the poem because it is supposed to compare to heavens blinding lights to hells darkness that is so evil is so pure that is visible. When looking at Hells environment, there’re many similarities between Hell and earth. In hell, there still mountains rivers hills and planes but instead of rivers full of cold water and mountains full of trees and wildlife in hell the lakes and rivers are described as having no water but being of liquid fire instead. Instead of plains with rolling wheat fields, in hell, they are lands that have been burned and are desolate and wild. Hell does not only just show the Extreme of fire, but it also shows the opposite as well, the cold. The function that cold has was in this

The darkness was slowly devouring my body. All that surrounded me was an empty room and dead silence. I held on to my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand, trying to control the unbearable pain in my chest. The images of her face appeared in my mind. Horns popped out of her head; a tail crawled out from behind her; and a wicked grin crept across her face. Her smile grew wider the moment her claws ripped off my wings and any chance of escaping the depths of hell.

I stared after the crudely cut, yet fitted stones that made the sandy amber walls that surrounded me, hoping in a naive way they could toy with my drowsy mind, leading it to an uneventful sleep. I soon realized that these dreams were exactly dreams, not the harrowing reality I faced in this culture that admired brutality and tyranny to the concept of basic humanity. I feel as if I have stepped from my trialing Thebes, into a trap set for my deliberately sly mind to reach its unknown end. This place has been my dream, a place so unlike Thebes in its set number of citizens, and ever growing amount of forced Helots. With so many wars and controls being fought, I could slip in, unnoticed, and gather the riches I deemed alluring, and eventually the piteous Helot I picked to bestow my crime upon would fall into a trap, society -and myself- weaved for them. This truly was a heaven, except for the rancid customs and morality of this hells people.