This is a true tale of me and my life, or at least for a short while. The
day had started out so well, you see I had become somewhat of a owner of women.
I was interested in this becomes because of the free jobs that came with it. You
see because of my gorgeous looks the women had trouble seeing past it to the
real man in my pants, I mean in me. So why not just become an owner of women to
sell to others for nightly jobs and such and reap the benefits of it all. So
like I said, the day had gone perfectly until one of my women came down with a
sudden case of the backdoor trots. He, he the ol' hag almost released her load
of dung on one of my customers, so I had to get her and take her back home. When
I got to the man's house I entered in grand fashion by showing how I could open
the door with my head. Oh well, that didn't go over as planned but it scared my
woman so bad she finally did just let it go. Then, after cleaning it up we were
on our way out and back to home sweet home. When we arrived I got some great
news that made the whole squirts issue fall back to the back of my mind. I got
word that the King wanted one of my women to get it on with him. So soon I got
the prettiest woman I had. She had blond hair and a nice set on her, if I do say
so myself. She all of her teeth except for three but in this time that's not
bad. I soon put on my Sunday best and headed straight for the castle in which to
meet the King himself. We came in the back just as told and soon were met by
three guards dressed in black and silver. They said to me, " Wait here, the girl
goes with us." Well, I'll be damned if I'm going to let these people not let me
see the King! When I asked they said, "Sorry but the King won't allow it." Well,
what could I do? Absolutely nothing is right. The King sure is a bum when it
comes to privacy and such. I sat outside the back entrance to the castle for
almost an hour. I was almost to the point of sleep when I heard the door open.
me the most was that my rent was overdue and I may be turned on the
“He is a storyteller, a man with a marvelous memory, a simple man with a capacity for wonder, concerned with people and ideas” (The Paris Review). He is Arthur Miller. Born on October 17, 1915, Miller entered the world in Harlem, New York City. At age nineteen Miller wrote his first play. His passion for playwrights led him into the theater world inevitably leading him to meeting and marrying his second wife, Marilyn Monroe. Miller wrote the play, The Crucible, as an allegory of McCarthyism. Unlike most of his plays, The Crucible, was a dramatized historical play. In a interview, Miller stated that, with this play he “ was completely freed by the period [he] was writing about [...] It was a different diction,
spit out. She wasn't pleased that I just ordered her to wash her mouth out and
I raced home through the dark eerie feeling sunset. Once I got home I ran to my room which is the last room in
brown door was a long shuttered window. I walked to it, stood in front of it, and turned around.
In “The Miller’s Tale”, Medea, and Boccaccio’s tale, readers see how stereotypes and gender roles are reinforced, challenged or subverted. The stereotype of women during the medieval time were the house keepers and focused on the home life, second to the men in society, they had no power. During literature, readers see how some women challenged and stood up to dominant men. Some other women stood behind their husbands no matter what and stayed strong through whatever trials they were put through.
Do you believe that Chaucer thinks courtly love provides a useful set of rules and behaviors to guide man and women in their relationship?
and put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked
Chaucer made a variety of characters that starred in his The Canterbury Tales. Many of those characters proved to be immoral. The miller is just one of the numerous characters this specific adjective applies to. A miller is someone who grinds grain to make bread. He isn’t very high on the social ladder and wasn’t well liked. The miller tells a story about a student who makes a fool of a carpenter and commits adultery with the carpenter’s wife. One of the themes of the story is that if you try to control someone and lock them away then they will rebel and go against you.
of my bed. The night air was cold on my now exposed skin. The clock on the wall read 11
It was a typical day, my sister and I just came back from school, when she decided to go feed the dogs. She started
John the Carpenter is a good man, but he makes a mistake by marrying a
The car ride was very quiet all the way home. We went inside the house and then she gave me a big spanking. After that issue I quickly knew never ever in my entire life I would do that
The Miller’s Tale is in the form of fabliaux, which is part of the oral
prospect of you being king was so great that I lost touch with reason. When the