I know that this letter may seem odd to you but I am only here to say that I forgive you. I want to bury the hatchet for all the stress and anxiety you have put on my life and Cosette’s as well as the fear you have placed in our hearts all these years. My darling Cosette and I have moved everywhere in order to avoid you. Just knowing that you are alive scares me. I take care to erase every sense of our stay wherever we have to leave a home. I cannot let Cosette out free from our home for fear that you will find her and locate me in the process. Normal things that normal people take for granted never done between Cosette and I for the risk is too great for you to find us. Even though you have ruined my life, I understand and acknowledge why
you have done so. You are only doing your job and no one can hate a man for doing that. Perhaps I would be doing the same if I was in your situation. You have worked diligently and have persevered through many obstacles to find me. These attributes are hard qualities to find in men nowadays. I am much like you. I will never give up from running away from you, with a goal of finding a safe space for Cosette and live happily ever after. I, too, never quit when I have a goal in mind, How could I not forgive a man that is identical to me? I understand I have made some faults in my life. If you were to ever catch me, I would turn myself into you graciously and with honor, for you are only performing your job. Your dreams of a fair, rule abiding society are similar to my goals of a better life. Continue to live your life as you have been. I will accept the consequences of my action if time ever comes. But most importantly know that I forgive you. Thanks for keeping me on my toes all these years.
She ignored all the deep breaths she was neglecting herself of and continued the story, which I thought would never end. “Of course the poor man handed the letter to me faster than a bullet. The envelope was spruced up with blue ink specked with ‘I’s’ dotted with hearts. And on the corner was a tiny lipstick stain that she kissed with the small lips of her. The servant hid it with his thumb, it made me furious. I practically ripped the envelope in half for what I can remember. My anger and pettiness got the hold of me- I read the first line- ‘Dear Tom, you ought to come visit me soon, I’ve been rather lonely in the last few weeks.’- I was absolutely furious. I threw the letter through the window, and off the balcony. I hoped it had floated on the bay and sunk deep down and dissolved like it was written on toilet
As a young girl, I was never fond of the name Anna. The name came along with too much baggage.. Unknowingly, people would constantly call me the wrong name, and some people, disregarding my opinion, even created strange nicknames for me. Over the years, I have been called a variety of names including Annie, Ann, Anna, Annabelle, Anne Frank, banana, banana boat, etc. Frankly, there are just too many variations of the name “Anna”. Being an extremely common name, almost everywhere I go, whether it be school or the grocery store, I always seem to find another “Anna”. Although nameberry.com tells me that “Anna” means grace, it actually means unique, intelligent, and affectionate.
Williamson, Alle. “Joan of Arc’s First Letter to the English.” Accessed February 23, 2014. http://archive.joan-of-arc.org/joanofarc_letter_Mar1429.html.
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
This was a very difficult Journal for me. As I tried to think back to my childhood, I could
After the fire at Coulibri, Antoinette endures a rough time in her life, for her mother rejects her and Pierre dies. Antoinette’s mind is full of fear, sadness and instability. This trauma is clearly shown in the convent that she attends for the remainder of her adolescence. Upon entry, Antoinette takes immediate note and puts extra emphasis on describing the stones in the school. Taking note of the “cool stoneflagged room” (Rhys, 28) and providing this as the initial description suggests that she is at first uncomfortable. Having just been aggressively confronted by two residents of the island Antoinette is shaken (Rhys, 27). In order to further convey Antoinette’s distrustful mind, Rhys describes the uninviting and cold stones of the convent thus allowing the reader to more deeply
Marie Antoinette was born on November 2 1755 in Vienna, Austria. She was the fifteenth and second last child of Maria Theresa empress of Austria and Holy Roman Emperor Francis I. She lived a very carefree life and received the best education which existed at that time in the 18th century. She focused her life on religious and moral principles while her brothers concentrated on academic education. After the completion of the seven years war in 1763 the leaders were involved in strengthening their position and one common way that they used was to enter into matrimonial alliances. In 1965 the French emperor Louis Ferdinand died leaving his 11 year old grandson Louis Auguste as heir to the French throne. It was at this moment that Maria Antoinette was promised in marriage to Louis Auguste. Their marriage on May 16 1770 brought Maria Antoinette to settle down in France with her husband.
Victor Hugo’s Les Misèrables is a classic novel that demonstrates how a child is unable to mature in darkness. In the book, Fantine, gets pregnant and is left alone with her child, Cosette. Fantine searches for a place where Cosette can stay while she goes out to work. When she finds the right house she leaves her child, little did Fantine know that Cosette was going to be mistreated and miserable. On Fantine’s death bed, she begs Jean Valjean to find and take care of her child. In Victor Hugo’s novel, Les Misèrables, Cosette is a symbol of the child atrophy by darkness through her time spent with the Thènardiers, her transformation with Jean Valjean, and her flourishing into a young woman. Victor Hugo uses Cosette to represent the children of the time period and how they cannot grow without love and light.
The story Desiree’s Baby takes place in the pre-civil war era in New Orleans on the plantation of L’Abri. The story takes on multiple themes such as racism, sexism, and classism. One of the most significant themes is racism. Desiree’s husband, Armand Aubigny, rejects hid beloved wife and son causing her to kill herself and her son. Only because his son is biracial and anyone with a drop of black in their blood are black according to the antebellum south rules. Armand is having an illicit affair with his biracial slave. His position as a wealthy white man allows him to have control of his possession, a poor black woman. The inequality between race, gender, and
I don’t understand. My dear Stella lives in such a raffish flat! The place is in the middle of a slum and looks so rundown in the middle of the city. It was no better once I entered. There were only three puny rooms: the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen; all were equally horrendous in condition. This flat is worthless compared to the grandeur of Belle Reve! The plantation was glorious with its great, green, and open rural lands. It is so magnificent and natural. This enclosed flat pales in comparison to Belle Reve. I’m appalled that she could even stand the thought of living in such a ghetto. Nonetheless, she told me that “It’s not that bad at all! New Orleans isn’t like other cities” (12), so somehow she is able to stand its foulness.
I was convinced that I was ready to close a chapter of my life and begin anew. Come end of summer, I would place my worn-out pointe shoes into boxes to be hidden in the corner of my closet, pieces of forgotten memorabilia. My years of sweat and dedication were to be laid aside. After the last four weeks of intensive summer training, I had decided it was time to say a quick and painless goodbye to a lifelong pursuit of ballet—that is, until Giselle’s variation from Act 2 happened.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
Originally, it was the fashion that literature had clear lines separating the reader, the narrative and the author. Especially during the age of realism, where the reader was passive and completely separated from the text. The author, too, was invisible and did not affect the work in other ways than through what was written. The narratives were usually straight forward with nothing written between the lines. The narrator was omniscient and stories such as fairy tales flourished in those times. However, things began to change and the lines between author, narrative and reader began to blur and seemed to completely disappear when the postmodern era began. A popular work of this time is The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles, and this paper
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