...especially the souls in purgatory. As the girl grew older and very beautiful, the old woman began to worry that when she died on her niece would be left all alone in the world, a world which her niece saw only through innocent eyes. Old Lady: Dear Lord, as I daily prayed to all saint’s in heaven for our intercession in heaven to You that You might send some good man who would fall in love with my niece and marry her… then I could die in peace. Narrator: As it happens, the old woman did chores for a comadre who had a rooming house. Among her tenants there was a seemingly rich merchant who one day said: Rich Merchant: I would like to get married. If I could find a niece quiet girl who knew to keep the house tidy, and to be a good wife and mother to our children when they came. (As the old lady heard the rich merchant, her eyes opened and began to smile and scheme to her mind, for she could imagine her niece married to the niece gentleman.) (The old lady told something to the merchant) Old Lady: You could find all that you are looking for in my niece, who is a jewel, a piece of gold, and so gifted that she could even catch birds while they were flying. (The gentleman became interested) Rich Merchant (Gentleman): Hmmmm… I would like to meet your niece, may I go to your house tomorrow? Old Woman: Why yes of course! I’ll tell my niece to be ready for your arrival. (The old woman ran home as fast as she could, she appeared to be flying. When she got home all out...
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...Maggie – Stephen Crane Naturalism “ fulfilling destiny ” 1.When a child, playing and fighting with gamins in the street,dirt disguised her. Attired in tatters and grime, she went unseen. There came a time, however, when the young men of the vicinity said: "Dat Johnson goil is a puty good looker." About this period her brother remarked to her: "Mag, I'll tell yeh dis! See? Yeh've edder got teh go teh hell or go teh work!" Whereupon she went to work, having the feminine aversion of going to hell. By a chance, she got a position in an establishment where they made collars and cuffs. 2.Maggie observed Pete.[..] Maggie watched him furtively, with half-closed eyes, lit with a vague interest Her dim thoughts were often searching for far away lands where, as God says, the little hills sing together in the morning. Under the trees of her dream-gardens there had always walked a lover. The door opened and Pete appeared. He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Gawd," he observed. He walked over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. "Ah, what deh hell, Mag? Come ahn and we'll have a hell of a time." 3."Teh hell wid him and you," she said, glowering at her daughter in the gloom. Her eyes seemed to burn balefully. "Yeh've gone teh deh devil, Mag Johnson, yehs knows yehs have gone teh deh devil. Yer a disgrace teh yer people, damn yeh. An' now, git out an' go ahn wid dat doe-faced jude of yours. Go teh hell wid him,damn yeh, an' a good riddance. Go teh hell an' see how yeh...
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...Have you ever thought about how a writer carry out their purpose to an audience? Writers use rhetorical strategies for audiences to understand their purpose. Throughout history many writers have demonstrated this skill to send a message to their audiences. Writers such as Martin Luther King Jr, and Sojourner Truth use pathos and repetition to express their person to an audience. Martin Luther King Jr and Sojourner Truth use emotions to persuade their audience to support their cause. In Sojourner Truth’s speech entitled “Ain’t I A Woman” she expresses her misery when she talks about motherhood as a slave. Sojourner Truth says “ I borne thirteen children, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me!” (Truth). This reveals...
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...her ears became wild screaming in the stables across the yard. “Oh my God!” she groaned and, grasping her skirts, hurried across the yard. In the stables Entoy, the driver, apparently deaf to the screams, was hitching the pair of piebald ponies to the coach. “Not the closed coach, Entoy! The open carriage!” shouted Doña Lupeng as she came up. “But the dust, señora—“ “I know, but better to be dirty than to be boiled alive. And what ails your wife, eh? Have you been beating her again?” “Oh no, señora: I have not touched her.” “Then why is she screaming? Is she ill?” “I do not think so. But how do I know? You can go and see for yourself, señora. She is up there.” When Doña Lupeng entered the room, the big half-naked woman sprawled across the bamboo bed stopped screaming. Doña Lupeng was shocked. “What is this Amada? Why are you...
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...circle of a red blazing fire. His eyes fluttered open, laying vision on eight shadowy figures dressed in red and black tar. They stood before him, eyes dark and empty from all emotion other than rage. (bloodlust.) One, a woman with (brown) eyes stepped forward, holding a decorated spear with a golden point his way. “Wait…” he mumbled through bloody teeth. “Wait….” The woman lunged the sharpened weapon at him. She stuck him in the abdomen, deeply twisting his skin around the cut edges of the blade. He cried out, a surge of (sharp pain) striking through him. Cringing with the last (round) of anguish, his head collapsed against the board that propped him forward....
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...The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas A Penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas is a publication of the Pennsylvania State University. This Portable Document file is furnished free and without any charge of any kind. Any person using this document file, for any purpose, and in any way does so at his or her own risk. Neither the Pennsylvania State University nor Jim Manis, Faculty Editor, nor anyone associated with the Pennsylvania State University assumes any responsibility for the material contained within the document or for the file as an electronic transmission, in any way. The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas, the Pennsylvania State University, Electronic Classics Series, Jim Manis, Faculty Editor, Hazleton, PA 18201-1291 is a Portable Document File produced as part of an ongoing student publication project to bring classical works of literature, in English, to free and easy access of those wishing to make use of them. Cover Design: Jim Manis; sketch of Dumas in 1869, French artist Copyright © 2000 The Pennsylvania State University The Pennsylvania State University is an equal opportunity university. Alexandre Dumas The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas [Pere] AUTHOR’S PREFACE IN WHICH IT IS PROVED that, notwithstanding their names’ ending in os and is, the heroes of the story which we are about to have the honor to relate to our readers have nothing mythological about them. A short time ago...
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...put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap while she called to Goodman Brown. "Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "please put off your journey until sunrise and sleep in your own bed to-night. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts that she's afeard of herself sometimes. Pray stay with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year." "My love and my Faith," replied young Goodman Brown, "of all nights in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee. My journey, as thou call it, forth and back again, must needs be done between now and sunrise. What, my sweet, pretty wife, dost thou doubt me already, and we but three months married?" "Then God bless you!" said Faith, with the pink ribbons; "and may you find all well when you come back." "Amen!" cried Goodman Brown. "Say thy prayers, dear Faith, and go to bed at dusk, and no harm will come to thee." So they parted; and the young man pursued his way until, being about to turn the corner by the meeting-house, he looked back and saw the head of Faith still peeping after him with a melancholy air, in spite of her pink ribbons. "Poor little Faith!" thought he, for his heart smote him. "What a wretch am I to leave her on such an errand! She talks of...
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...Margery Kempe is a woman of the Middle Ages known for her visions of Christ, her pilgrimages to holy sites throughout Europe and other places, and for her autobiography, The Book of Margery Kempe. She dedicated herself to the Catholic religion, and despite much criticism from many of the people she encountered, she continued to live her life the best way that she could. Margery accomplished as well as suffered in her lifetime, including dealing with her troubled state of mind, remaining strong despite being labeled many undesirable titles and undergoing pilgrimages to various places. Margery Kempe was originally born as Margery Brunham in 1373 at King’s Lynn in Norfolk. Her father, John Brunham, was a wealthy merchant who had obtained the title of mayor five times in King’s Lynn and who also was a Member of Parliament. Despite being the daughter of such a prominent individual, Margery never learned how to read or write. This is considered strange because at the time, middle class girls such as herself were being educated to the point of literacy (Margery Kempe (1373-post1438)). Then, in the year 1393, Margery married John Kempe at twenty years old and was soon pregnant due to her pleasure in undertaking physical love....
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...When you knew how to speak, what was your first word ? It is Mom. We have grown up in the arms of our mothers. We have grown up in the great love of our mothers. No one loves us like our mothers, no one is willing to sacrifice everything for us like our mothers. If someone asks you “Who is the best woman in your life ?”, I bet you will say it is your mother. And if someone asks me like that, my answer also is my mother. With me, my mother is the best woman in the world. No one can replace her in my heart. I admire my mother, I don't know why she is always busy with daily chores, taking care of my family but she never say she is tired. Every day, she is the first person in my family, who wakes up very early. Then, she makes breakfast for my family. When my father goes to work, I go to school, my mother stays home and does all the daily chores. When my father and I come home, there is always a delicious dinner, which is waiting for us. After the dinner, my mom washes the dishes. Sometimes, I ask her to help, but she says: “It is fine, you should go upstairs and do your homework”. Mom always wake up very early, and Mom is the last person can take a break after a busy day. I realize that without my Mom, my father and I cannot have the clean house, the delicious meal and the clothes which always iron straight. Mom gives me and my father all her love. She loves us more than herself. Her love for us is great like the ocean, the universe and nothing can replace it. She is...
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...masculine means being assertive, being interested in things, rather than people, being analytical and manipulative, and being able to “get things done” (Forisha, 1978) Femininity and masculinity or one's gender identity refers to the degree to which persons see themselves as masculine given what it means to be a man or woman in society. (Burke, Stets and Pirog-Good 1988; Spence 1985) A person with a more masculine identity should act more masculine, that is, engage in behaviors whose meanings are more masculine such as behaving in a more dominant, competitive, and autonomous manner (Ashmore, Del Boca, and Wohlers 1986). Men are more likely than women to feel ashamed of crying. There are variations in degree, but this indicates that social norms restricting male crying may be pretty much universal. Male crying being generally discouraged from an early age, while female crying is accepted or even rewarded (Fox, 2004). Men cry less frequently and intensely than women, and this sex difference is especially marked for crying in response to anger. (Santiago-Menez & Campbelle, February, 2013) The history of men crying, men have always cried. Yet the acceptability of male crying has varied across time and across culture. There are many references to man tears in ancient Greek and Roman culture. In Homer’s The Iliad there is no conflict between Odysseus’ heroic qualities and the inclusion of many episodes of his weeping for home, loved ones, and fallen comrades. The...
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...first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! And now they are asking to do it, the men better let them.” With this statement the ideal of feminism had been implanted within the souls of every oppressed woman within the sound range of the speakers’ voice. In fact, the first prominent feminist was NOT Beyonce—albeit “Flawless” is a very catchy song. In fact one of the first very prominent female activists didn’t need such a huge following to not only be uneducated but easily eloquent. Sojourner Truth became a symbol of hope and strength for not only African Americans, but African American women...
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...Betty Crocker was a lonely woman. Thousands upon thousands of years and light years away from home, she had to infiltrate humanity some how. Marrying a wealthy baker was the first step. Her next step, surprised even her. She fell in love for the old dough pusher. Many a night she would flip his world over in an act of love, shocking and surprising him. He figured she must of been an alien just from how she looked down there, but he didn’t mind. He loved her as well. What came next, however, surprised them both. Over a period of months, the Empresses belly began to grow, bloating out. Initially she thought it may be because she isn’t active enough, thanks to trying to infiltrate human society, and she just isn’t getting into enough fights. She also was eating quite a good bit of cakes and cookies, so she could easily blame that....
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...Wilhelm Grimm Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame." Soon afterward she had a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White. And as soon as the child was born, the queen died. A year later the king took himself another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but she was proud and arrogant, and she could not stand it if anyone might surpass her in beauty. She had a magic mirror. Every morning she stood before it, looked at herself, and said: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who in this land is fairest of all? To this the mirror answered: You, my queen, are fairest of all. Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the mirror spoke the truth. Snow-White grew up and became ever more beautiful. When she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the light of day, even more beautiful than the queen herself. One day when the queen asked her mirror: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who in this land is fairest of all? It answered: You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But Snow-White is a thousand times fairer...
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...happy but Prince Ivan became thoughtful and wept: “How will I live with a frog? After all, this is a little task, not like walking across a field!” He wept and wept, but there was no way out o9f it, so he took the frog to wife. All three sons and their brides were wed in accordance with the customs of their country; the frog was held on a dish. They began living together. One day the king asked that all three brides make him gifts, so that he could see which of them was the skillful. Prince Ivan again became thoughtful and wept: “What can my frog make? Everyone will laugh at me!” The frog only hopped about on the floor and croaked. When Prince Ivan fell asleep, she went out into the street, cast of her skin, turned into a lovely maiden, and cried: “Nurses, nurses! Make something!” The nurses at once brought a finely woven shirt. She took it, folded it, placed it beside Prince Ivan, and again turned herself into a frog, as thought she had never been anything else! Prince Ivan awoke, was overjoyed with the shirt, and brought it to the king. The king received it, examined it and said: “Well, this is indeed a shirt to wear on holidays!” Then the second brother brought a short. The king said: “This one is good only to wear to the bath!” And of the shirt the eldest brother brought he said: “This is...
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...Friend. Without meaning any harm, she flaunts herself around town acting like a mature woman, showing the world she thinks she ready to grow up. Joyce Carol Oates’s short story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” illustrates how evil and manipulative one man is to a not so innocent Connie. Although Connie thinks she wants her independence as a woman, Arnold Friend, who is not who he seems to be, destroys her youthful innocence and introduces her to a world of evil. Connie begins to find independence in her appearance. She is constantly admiring herself in the mirror and being scolded for it by her mother. She tries to make herself sexually attractive in search of her own independence (SparkNotes Web). Connie goes out with her friends and flaunts her beauty and body, making herself look interested in older men; she thinks she is doing no harm when she is flirting. Like most teenagers, Connie wants to express her independence by going places alone with her friends. Being only fifteen, she is not able to drive, so she is dependent on the older people in her life. Connie is resentful of not having her full independence, but her family and friends constitute as the only life she knows. While Connie believes she is only making herself look older in order to appear beautiful, she is actually luring an older man who can quite possibly destroy her. As Connie enjoys her independence as a ‘woman’, she sees an unfamiliar boy staring at her. While sitting in the car, Connie slits her...
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