Sylvia peered up from the essay she was writing, palm to her cheek, quill pen behind her ear, and staring vacantly out the window, pretending to admire the lake view. Instead, she was considering her options. She was rather unusual for a magician; she was more powerful than most, first off, and she only had one friend, who happened to be a werewolf by the name of James Williams. In fact, James was one of the two people still living whom she knew intimately; the other was her twin brother, Thomas. Sylvia had been isolated at an early age for reasons nearly beyond her reasoning; however, that little reasoning she possessed of it was extraordinary. She knew that, as she was more powerful than most, she had been isolated not only for her protection, but for the protection of others. She also knew that she was, in addition to all this, more beautiful than most, which was …show more content…
"You and I both know I never did anything to encourage anyone. That is entirely Harold's affair." "Ah, and when has Harold's judgement been illegitimate in your eyes?" Sylvia contradicted. James grimaced, already giving way to Sylvia's persuasion. "Never until the damage has been done," he answered, crossing the room to sit before the fire, head in hands. "Don't do that," Sylvia ordered, her emerald eyes glinting, but still with a softness about them that she reserved for no one but her brother. "You know I simply cannot resist you when you play the helpless man." "Ah, and that, Sylvia, is the point," James grinned, leaning back against a chair, although not entirely at ease. "Now that I have played my part, you must arrange matters for me. I refuse," he continued, settling into the chair now, "I refuse to budge an inch until I have your word." "You and Thomas," Sylvia said crossly, "are impossible." James grinned once more. "That is my thought exactly," he sighed in
She knew her family was never safe where they lived. She was a brilliant young girl, she understood more than most adults. Even though she wasn’t the richest or the best dressing girl in town, her heart for everyone
"Honestly, I don't plan to kill you," Charles murmured, stepping past Brandon with the anti-necrolyze rifle in his hands. "You took away my ability to take care of my family, so I guess it's just fair if I do the same to you. Now, you get to feel the helplessness I've experienced." And he walked away with a guffaw. "How satisfying!"
Throughout the short story Sylvia Portrayed as tough hard-shelled individual. As we are first introduced to her we learn that even though she seems like an angry individual, she is in fact very intelligent and observant. For example, Sylvia states, “She was black as hell, cept for her feet, which were fish-white and spooky. And she was always planning these boring-ass things for us to do… Miss Moore always looked like she was going to church, though she never did” (1).
She eats by herself for the first time in her life, and afterwards remarks on how she feels about it: “How strong, how full of life and hope I felt as I walked out of that bakery. I opened my arms, burning to hug the new day. The strength of a million people was struggling up in me” (157). The words “strong,” “life,” and “hope” epitomize Sara’s newfound freedom she feels after breaking ties with her family. She relates her feelings within to that of “a million people struggling up in me” and these people-filled descriptions of loneliness show that even though she is physically alone, her individuality is such a success to her life that being only with herself is still a triumph. Sara continues, “I, alone with myself, was enjoying myself for the first time as with the grandest company” (157). She mentions that she is finally “alone with [herself],” but starkly contrasts this isolated description with the feeling of “the grandest company.” Sara celebrates her individuality another time when she leaves college with enough money to rent a beautiful room. She describes how, “I celebrated it alone with myself. I celebrated it in my room, my first clean, empty room” (241). By saying she is “with” herself even though she is “alone”, Sara demonstrates again that her individuality is a success. She celebrates the luxury of being alone and overcomes the hardships of her past by embracing
The paper is going to talk about the steps that California’s Sutter HealthCare organization took to ensure that its patients could afford the best healthcare for its families and community members. There have been a lot of different issues that have aroused one being inability to collect payments from families. With this problem organizations are struggling to meet its operational margins which are affecting their overall profits.
In mid-twentieth century, George Orwell published a novel titled Animal Farm. The tale features several characters, including one with the name of Napoleon, a tyrant who takes form of a pig. The animal has a deep lust for power and will not let any man, or in this case, animal, get in between himself and dominance. With great power, comes great influence. Napoleon never truly commits the crime of murder, but instead, influences the minds of others that lead to their deaths.
“Be careful, he’s not like us. I don’t want to see you get roped into anything.”
I saw a tall man in a long overcoat, with his collar turned up to his ears. He rushed directly to me. I assumed it was Jimmy Wells, since he knew my name. We both started talking about the old restaurant, which was torn down. Then, we both started to talk about the twenty years that had passed. Then I realized it was not Jimmy Wells. It was a soldier who brought me a piece of paper from Jimmy. I sure was scared to unfold the piece of paper. And as soon as I unfolded the paper and read it, I was under arrest for being wanted in Chicago. The End my fellow
Yet, at this point in the narrative, I still perceive Sylvia as a fearful and timid girl. Mrs. Tilley, Sylvia's grandmother, supports this perception by saying that Sylvia is "Afraid of folks" (133). Additionally, this
Elizabeth, quietly - she has suddenly lost all faith in him: Do as you wish, then. She starts to turn.
It is not uncommon in music that a particular style or genre may share similar traits with another completely different musical genre. In fact, this happens quite often, and much like other forms of art, different types of music influence each other regularly and co-exist to create newer forms of music. A brilliant example of this is demonstrated through the music of Claude Debussy and his widespread influence on 20th century music. Considered one of the fathers of “impressionistic music” (a title he personally disapproved of), Debussy’s selection of harmony opened an entirely new realm of harmonic possibilities that hadn’t existed previously. Through the implementation of extended harmonies and flowing non-diatonic melodies (among other techniques) he carved a unique sound completely different from his contemporaries. One of the genres his music inspired was Jazz. Debussy’s usage of harmony and modulation was highly influential on many of the Jazz greats including Duke
This is what society saw as their ‘mental illness,’ but the real suffering they experienced is reflected the same way their mentalities are. Esther’s breakdown, for example, is “precipitated by the discovery of an inner deathliness concealed under the glossy surface of New York and her own compulsive drive to achievement” (Harris). The process of this is lengthy, whereas with Sylvia it seems to happen all at once, which is the only difference between them. Plath’s discovery of her inner deathliness being concealed under a perfect New York life happened in May of 1953, where she wrote “New York: Pain, parties, work… Carol vomiting outside the door all over the floor- and interviews for TV shows, and competition, and beautiful models…” (Hughes 87). She began to realize how her high expectations had ruined her trip, and how her mental illness was feeding off of the life she was living, which, like Esther, causes her to go back home in July more depressed than when she left.
The very setting of the fireside at which Griffin's guests swap stories establishes an atmosphere with which many of us are familiar. We can all relate to sitting around a fire exchanging ghost stories. By employing this particular narrative frame James encourages the reader to abandon their scepticism and give themselves over to a belief in the ghosts. The reader shares in the eagerness of the guests to be frightened; to be delighted by horror. Upon seeing Douglas' distress at the thought of the tale he must tell, and its "dreadful - dreadfulness", one of the female guests actually cries, "Oh how delicious!"5
By just reading Sylvia Plath’s works of writing, it is apparent that she had an infatuation with portraying negative and brutal thoughts. For example, her poem “Daddy,” she clearly expresses her rage towards her deceased father. The poem is full of contradiction and the interpretation is up the reader. Pieces like this gives insight into Sylvia’s mental sanity, which was questioned at times. In her early
Adcock’s poetry is known for the images which are drawn from her personal experience or from the experience of friends and relatives. Though many poems deal with her personal subjects she is not confessional poet like Sylvia