The home was fully alarmed and had sentries deliberately posted inside
and out, but it made no difference to him. He slipped from shadow to
shadow, silently advancing toward his prey with the slyness of a
cougar. Small arsenals of weapons were at his disposal and hung from
the compartment around his waist slightly open and ready. Soft shoes
and an even softer step made his approach silently and deadly. His
dark clothing, years of training and experience gave him a distinct
edge over his targets. They usually didn't even know they were being
hunted until it was too late. By then they were on their way to
eternity.
He could see a crack of light coming from the side of his victim's
bedroom door. He was still awake. No problem, he thought, it would be
over before it began. He slid along the wall to the edge of the door
and listened to the sounds coming from the other side. His mark was
humming a catchy little tune that reminded him of a television
commercial he had recently seen. He smiled thinking the idiot would
die with that stupid jingle going through his head. He gently opened
the door further and looked in through the open space. He could see
the man's back to him covered in a silken red robe combing a scrubby
patch of hair in a mirror on a dressing unit next to the bed. He would
wait until he was in bed and the lights were out.
He didn't have to wait long. The light from the bedroom went out and
he heard the rustling of sheets and the creak of bed boards as his
target shifted into a comfortable position. He stood in the shadows
for a moment longer and then made his move. With practiced care he
opened the door just far enou...
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... said, "Well, the answer to both is one in the
same." Lopez strained to understand, but failed to grasp what was
being said. "I hired you, Lopez. I hired you to kill me, or should I
say try to kill me. People have been trying to kill me for centuries
and fail miserably each and every time. I enjoy good sport and a
challenge as you do, I'm sure. What greater challenge could I have
than to elude a paid professional assassin. You see, I am a vampire,
Lopez. One of the undead. That is why I move so quickly. That is why
my wounds heal instantly. That is why you could not kill me, I am a
superior being that has been alive for thousands of years. And now you
have become just another meal for me to sup upon. Oh well, ces't la
vie," the old man said and severed Lopez's jugular with the
switchblade and dined on assassin's blood.
While Luis was talking about the dangers of “fighting the freeze” he says, “if you get too cold, come in here. If you get too tired, come lay down”(219). Those words demonstrate that Luis understands the risk they are taking. He really thinks things through, and is also a good leader by the way he takes charge of the boys. When they woke up the next morning, Paul tells Luis that he saw him get hit with the blackjack, and Luis tells him not to be afraid of them.
How would you like to be accused of a crime and then be disenfranchised because of your race? Well this is what happened to Mark Charles Parker because he allegedly raped June Walters a pregnant white woman on February 23 1959. In Howard Smead’s historical nonfiction book Blood Justice he describes one of the most important investigations of a racist, motivated crime in the history of the United States.
Cormac McCarthy's setting in Blood Meridian is a landscape of endless and diverse beauty. McCarthy highlights the surprising beauty of combinations of scrubby plants, jagged rock, and the fused auburn and crimson colors of the fiery wasteland that frame this nightmarish novel. Various descriptions, from the desolate to the scenic, feature McCarthy's highly wrought, lyrical prose. Such descriptions of the divine landscape seem to serve a dual function. While being an isolated highlight to this gruesome novel, McCarthy's beautiful setting also serves as an intricate device in defining the novel's themes and creating the reality in which it is set.
George Romero's reinvention of the zombie in night of the Living Dead (1968) is clearly a critique of elements of the American society, and the film as a whole is easily twisted into a warped view on the 'American Dream'. Themes throughout Romero’s film, dealing with controversial topics during the time that the film was made, are still, to this day debated by critics and film historians. Themes of racism and war are defined within the movie, hidden underneath the idea of carnal, cannibalistic zombies and over the top heroes who, eventually, succumb to the reanimated; despite their every effort. These themes are colored over and painted to hide beneath subtle references to the typical American Dream during this time, and Romero does quite the good job at it too. This dream, whilst continuously changing in the everyday lives of modern Americans, can be loosely defined as a national ethos of the United States, or a set of ideals dealing with freedom and the opportunity for success - an upward social status that can be achieved through hard work and effort.
An essay written in 1966 by a Franco-Bulgarian historian named Tzvetan Todorov states that every masterpiece creates a whole new genre, while still obeying the previously valid rules of the genre. In summary, every book institutes the existence of two genres: that of the genre it violates, which dominates the universal literature, and that of the genre it creates. Since its publication in 1965, Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood has held an exclusive seat in American literary history. His augmentation to the genre of journalism, which he tagged the “non-fiction novel”, was the first cognizant pursuit to use novelistic devices while sticking to the protocols of journalism to spawn a new literary art form. Due to it’s distinctiveness and capacity to tell a story, In Cold Blood is an American classic.
Guillermo - (Memo): Enrique Castiliio he was very studious, he was always studying and you get the feeling that he knew it was his only way out.
When questioning whether or not Joseph Conrad was an imperialist, a racist or both for that matter, the answer should be quite obvious after reading some of his works, such as, Heart of Darkness. Everywhere you look in this book, there is both imperialism and racism illustrated. Through Kurtz, Conrad's imperialist side breaks through and likewise, through Marlow Conrad's racist views come to life.
Rodolfo, "I'm not a baby, I know a lot more than people think I know."
1. The protagonist of Heart of Darkness is a person named Charlie Marlow. Oddly, his name only appears once in the novel. Marlow is philosophical, independent-minded, and generally skeptical of those around him. He is also a master storyteller, eloquent and able to draw his listeners into his tale. Although Marlow shares many of his fellow Europeans’ prejudices, he has seen enough of the world and enough debased white men to make him skeptical of imperialism. An example of Marlow being independent-minded and philosophical is when he takes a trip up a river, as a break from working on ships. Marlow describes the trip as a journey back in time, to a “prehistoric earth.” This remark on how he regards colonized people as primitive, which is his philosophical viewpoint.
all of this. He was under total stress. I am sure he did not care to look at
In November 15, 1959, Richard "Dick" Eugene Hickock and Perry Edward Smith were motivated to kill four members of a highly well- respected family for a safe that supposedly contained thousand dollars. The gruesome murders of the Clutters occurred on an isolated village located in southern west of Kansas, which provoked members of the community to begin to suspect whether someone in Holcomb committed such action since the crime appeared to be senseless. Truman Capote, author of In Cold Blood, explains how the people in the village were tormented and devastated because of the murders that took place. Capote emphasizes the result the murders had on Holcomb by using dashes to describe the scene and setting.
In Truman Capote’s non-fiction novel In Cold Blood, the Clutter family’s murderers, Perry Smith and Dick Hickock, are exposed like never before. The novel allows the reader to experience an intimate understanding of the murderer’s pasts, thoughts, and feelings. It goes into great detail of Smith and Hickock’s pasts which helps to explain the path of life they were walking leading up to the murder’s, as well as the thought’s that were running through their minds after the killings.
King Leopold II of Belgium is known for being one of the most brutal racists in history. His inhumane treatment of Africans in the Congo was revealed in photographs that surfaced and that were taken to emphasize his cruel behavior over the Africans in the Congo. His motive for this inhumanity was pure greed. Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, although does not embody the vicious behavior of King Leopold II, contributes to the racism of that period in other ways. Because of this, the novel can be interpreted in different ways from a racism standpoint. In my opinion, I both agree and disagree with Chinua Achebe’s statements concerning Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, and feel that it can be viewed in some ways as both racist or not racist.
I will be investigating Human Blood as my specific tissue and giving an overview on the location, characteristics, and the benefits it has to the human body. Blood is extracellular matrix that is consists of plasma, red blood cells, platelets, and white blood cells. Blood is located within the capillaries/veins/arteries of the human body, which are blood vessels that run through the entire body. These blood vessels allow the blood to flow smoothly and quickly from the heart to distinct parts of the human body. The unique parts of human blood all work together for a purpose: the Red Blood Cells(erythrocytes) transports oxygen throughout the body, White Blood Cells(leukocytes) play a part in the bodies immune system, Platelets(thrombocytes) assist in creating scabs,
Heart of Darkness. That title rings with agony, loneliness, and the sense of evil. The words produce an image of a black heart entangled with unbreakable vines. To have a heart that is figuratively black and bounded to the ties of evil is a bitter and deathly symbol. Who could possibly have that heart? Joseph Conrad, for example, was a man with a heart of darkness. His life reeked with self deception and inner conflicts. Conrad’s book, Heart of Darkness is based upon imperialism and racism. Racism is cleverly hidden within the text, but imperialism is innocently depicted as the civilization of the Congolese people. Conrad’s writing can be interpreted two different ways. One approach is the reader might interpret his writing as an attack on the Europeans as the imperialists trying to help the Congolese, but the African people refuse their help. In contrast, the other approach might be that they feel sympathetic to the Congolese people. They see the Europeans has cruel and heartless. If we seek to understand the racism and the imperialism of that day and age, we can see racism in between the lines. I agree with many of Conrad’s critics when they say that he is completely racist, however I tend to see that no matter what race we are we all have a seed of darkness inside our hearts. Why are we infected with his powerful bug of a race overpowering any minority that is inferior to us due to any significant difference? In the case of Conrad’s book Heart of Darkness, it seems like Congolese people are nothing more than disposable and insignificant.