On Stranger Tides

You’re on in five Ma’am,” the chairman of the Democratic National Committee whispers, covertly to the well-dressed woman quietly sitting next to him. The occupant grimly nods her careworn features, the embodiment of disinterest; Her mind, a grey mist that obscure her innermost thoughts like a sweeping, sullen, shroud. Michelle Obama, the senator’s wife would soon be known as Michelle Obama, the orator. The thought of delivering a requiem for her husband’s political career elicits such cynical mirth

“Young Goodman Brown” Evidence of Brown’s encounter being real is the fact that, when the ritual suddenly ended, Brown found himself in the exact spot that he had been, instead of in his bed, seeming to indicate that it wasn’t a dream. However, this same scene can also point to the event being a result of Brown’s imagination. All the members of the cult, who have physical bodies, vanish instantly. Brown could very well have been sleepwalking. For all we know, Brown may have already been a little

1300 people living here today, and I am amazed that I have the opportunity to experience life on Kwajalein and soon experience life at the University of Oregon. As I walk outside of my white brick, cookie cutter house, the warm, salty scent of low tide hit the part of my brain where deep-rooted memories live, memories of all the sunsets I’ve experienced in my seventeen years of living here. I made my way past a mound of palm fronds on the side of the beaten, dirt road I was walking on. I walked through

my dignity from my body, they let me go. I could not run. I had grown weak from their torment. My body instinctively curled itself, as I tucked my knees to my chest. I remember feeling lifeless. I did not come home that night. I was sitting by a tide pool, watching the sun begin to slip beneath the ocean's horizon. Smooth waters, sparsely dotted by sailing boats, returning to their homes, the winds carried itself out to sea, bringing with it the reassuring scent of hearth fires. My short hair would

other, and Arthur’s sword, Excalibur, is returned to the Lady of the Lake. It would be very hard for a man to fight his own son no matter how evil the son was. King Arthur believed it was his duty to face off with his son. Arthur states, “No, tide me death, tide me life. Now I see him yonder alone, he shall never escape mine hands. For at a better avail shall I never have him.” Arthur was determined to fight Sir Mordred despite the fact that Mordred was his son. Arthur did the right and just thing when

The Roaring Twenties was a time period in which an influx of leisure and individuality freedom ran rampant. Enjoying the fruits of their labor, Americans spent more on recreational activities like the theater, arts and especially the golden screen cinema. The rise of entertainment innovation and technology paved the way for the American film industry. As Hollywood influence proliferated on the global cinematic marketplace; conservative Americans feared the moral implications that movies would inflict

projects like The Fan. Just to shake myself out of the desire for that Oscar experience." When he created the score for A Crimson Tide, he used a large choir and it featured a majestic symphonic score, as well as 3-D sound effects to enhance the film with action and suspense. Despite his choice to take the path less glittered, he still received recognition for A Crimson Tide. He won a Grammy for the score, and received another Academy Award nomination for The Preacher’s Wife. That same year, the performing

through much controversy and scrutiny, but the Auburn community stood behind him with full support the whole way. Cam Newton led the Auburn Tigers to an undefeated season, SEC championship, and their first National Championship in fifty-three years (Roll Tide War Eagle). The football coaches at Auburn University play one of the most crucial roles in the culture of Auburn football. Most often, they are the face of Auburn University football. Media spends more time talking to coaches than to anyone else

At the same time the woman couldn’t stop glancing back at him. She looked down at the bouquet blushing for she has never seen such an elegant man star at her before. It was as if the ocean where meeting the shore for the first time. They where strangers, but something about the way they looked at each other and the aura they projected triggered an unexplainable connection as if they have been together for centuries. Men and woman fall in love for the oddest of reasons, but in most cases it is because

The Individual Versus His Environment in The Stranger and Grendel Due to the multifaceted nature of literature, analysis thereof is prone to generalization. One of the most grievous generalizations oft encountered involves failing to distinguish between a character and the novel it inhabits. Take John Gardener’s Grendel and Albert Camus’s The Stranger, for instance. It’s far too easy, when analyzing for dominant ideologies, to slap them both with the label of existentialism and be done with it