The thud of the metal door brings Emma back to reality. Her hands are still closed into fists. Her body is shaking. Passing her fingers over her forehead, she tries to comb her damp hair and looks at herself in the mirror. Hot flashes paint her pale skin. Her eyes are still closed into slits. She reaches for the lipstick in the bag. Her heart is still pounding. Her fingers are still trembling. The creamy lipstick is a soothing balm for her quivering lips. She reaches for her phone and dials his number. She shoots streams of incomprehensible word banging her fists on the steering wheel. "Never again" she swears. "This is the end of our story," she says. In the disturbing silence of the night, the only comforting sound is the thud of her wedding ring on the concrete. 2. He was an attractive man. …show more content…
I have revised each possible male candidate for the new perfume campaign. I saw blue eyes, dark eyes, ivory skin, long hair, small mouths, perfect smiles, and yet each of one of my candidates was annoyingly bland. I need to call my boss and tell her that we do not have our charming man yet. Then, I saw him. He strolled briefly next to me and I could not help but to glance at him. I put my phone back in the bag and started to run toward him. I grabbed his shoulders and intimated him to stop. He turned around. My heart trembled. He was taller than average; his eyes of a unique cerulean blue, the color that only the Caribbean oceans have. I touched his face. it felt ageless under the tip of my fingers. The loud sound of my bag on the concrete brought me back to reality. My fingers were still on his skin his hand holding my hand. I was under his spell;
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
I have found out that when the letter "E" is at the front of the name
Queen Emma was a crucial figure in improving the overall wellbeing of the Hawaiian people. The Hawaiian people did not have many options for good healthcare and schooling. Queen Emma cared about her people, so she made the effort to get better resources for them. Queen Emma contributed to the overall wellbeing of the Hawaiian people by founding Iolani School and St. Andrew's Priory, by founding Queen's Hospital, and by working to represent her people in politics.
Advertisements have been utilized for many years to sell products. The very popular company Old Spice, who is one of the top men’s hygienic production companies, is well known for their series of humorous advertising campaigns that uses references to the ideals of what a stereotypical masculine man is supposed to be characterized as. The Old Spice commercial, “The Man Your Man Could Smell Like” that first appeared during the Superbowl in 2010, illustrates that the company successfully utilizes the influence of humor, gender stereotypes, and ethos and pathos to connect emotionally with the audience and persuades men to start using Old Spice Red Zone body wash so that insecure men can become more of a masculine man that females will desire.
Emma also transforms into a proper woman through correcting her original neglect. Trollope states that “[i]n every passage of the book she is in fault for some folly, some vanity, some ignorance, or indeed for some meanness” (7)19. Because of her ignorance toward attitudes of her neighbors, Emma interferes through their lives in a way that makes them unhappy, for “she had often been negligent” (Austen 359)20. Mr. Knightley predicts the outcome of Emma’s plans in the beginning of the novel when he states that “[y]ou are more likely to have done harm to yourself, than good to them by interference” (Austen 8)21 and also that “[v]anity working on a weak head produces every sort of mischief” (Austen 53)22. Not only is Emma stubborn toward her actions, but she is also negligent to herself when she convinces herself “I cannot really change for the better” (Austen 73)23. On other matters about her plans for others, Emma’s consideration falls short through her own selfishness and withholding of her pride, for “[t]he longer she considered it, the greater was her sense of its expediency” (Austen 27)24.
In which way the seller’s chief goal is to sway their possible spectators and attempt and change their opinions, ideals and interests in the drive of resounding them that the produce they are posing has a touch that customer wants that will also be in their advantage, therefore generating false desires in the user’s mind. Dove is vexing their viewers to purchase products they wouldn’t usually buy by “creating desires that previously did not exist. ”(Dyer, 1982:6). In its place of following the outdated mantra of beauty- advertising campaigns that endorse an unachievable standard of attraction as the norm, Dove’s campaign has taken a concern that touches the lives of loads of young and old women: self-observation in the face of ads that don’t mirror the realism of women’s looks. Dove is saying that it’s all right to be ordinary, and that you’re not less than for not being what certain advertisers reflect to be flawless.
Every one of the nutrients needed in her diet Emma is deficient in has a specific function.
Emma, a novel by Jane Austen, is the story of a young woman, Emma, who is rich, stubborn, conniving, and occupies her time meddling into others' business. There are several recurring themes throughout the novel; the ideas of marriage, social class, women's confinement, and the power of imagination to blind the one from the truth, which all become delineated and reach a climax during the trip to Box Hill. The scene at Box Hill exposes many underlying emotions that have been built up throughout the novel, and sets the stage for the events that conclude it.
The theme of social status and society is prevalent in the novel of Emma, through the characters Emma, Mr. Knightley, Mr. Churchill, and their situations and perspectives on life. Austen describes Emma as, “handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her” makes her outlook disparate from characters such as Harriet (Austen, Emma 3). Immediately through her description, Austen indicates Emma’s haughty perspective on society through her referencing her friends as “first set” and “second set.” Through Emma’s classification of her friends by their social status and importance, first set being the superior and second set being the inferior and locum, the reader is able to have a glimpse of Emma’s outlook on society and it’s classes. (Knowledge Notes). Emma once again portrays the theme of social status and society through her views of people in lower classes than she such as Harriet and Mr. Martin. After Emma meets Harriet for the first time, she immediately decides that Harriet’s “soft blue eyes, and all those natural graces, should not be wasted on the inferior society of Highbury, and its connections” (Austen, Emma 20). Because of the social class difference between her and Mr. Martin, Emma regards him as someone who is inferior and advises Harriet to refuse his proposal. She claims that though “his appearance was very neat, and he looked like a sensible young man, but his person had no other advantage; and when he came to be contrasted with a gentleman, she thought he must lose all the ground…” (Austen, Emma 27) and that Harriet deserves someone more advantageo...
From laundry detergent to perfume, room sprays to breath mints, everything now has a chemically produced scent to disguise the natural; modern culture has declared the embarrassment linked with body odor. On a night out or at a first date, men and women are both spritzing cologne and perfume and popping in chewing gum in an effort to smell pleasant and non-verbally communicate a message to the other. They are attempting to present themselves in a way they believe will appeal to the other and enhance the relationship. However, this very act proves that odors have the capability to affect our mood, perception, and
To be a mentor is to hold influence over a person’s actions or education. Overall, “Emma” is a novel about the influence that people hold over each other, and how that influence can affect people. Conflict is built by different characters who view themselves as mentors struggling to assert their opinions over others and pupil characters who accept their mentor’s opinions without bothering to form their own.
Emma's Dilemma In my investigation I am going to investigate the number of different arrangements of letters for names and words and try to find a formula that can be used to predict this. For example: TOM is one arrangement. and OTM is another arrangement. First, I am going to investigate the number of different arrangements.
of his house from a very early period”. We are told that she has been
The phone fell from the woman's hand, landing with a loud crash on the tile floor and busting to pieces. No matter how hard she'd try, she couldn't help the sobs that escaped from her mouth. They became louder and louder, until suddenly they came to a stop. All emotion flooded from her body, and she lay there motionless on the tile. Her two young children hovering over her, fear evident in their eyes. She sat up, grabbing her two young children into her arms, hugging them tighter than she ever had.
Those words finally hung in the air between us, suffocating, and I knew I couldn’t take them back. Not now. How did I get to this moment? And why does it feel like I am being broadcast in a Lifetime movie? Except in this movie, I’m not a babysitter-turned stalker out to kill the housewife so I can take her place and live happily ever after with her middle-aged husband and their three kids.