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The riders, that had dismounted, were two handsome and elegant young men that came from the village of Campos. From the familiar way they entered, it was obvious they were part of the household. In fact, one was Leôncio, husband of Malvina, and the other Henrique, brother of the same. Before we proceed, we must stop to learn more about the two young gentlemen. Leôncio was the only child of the rich and powerful comendador Almeida, owner of the beautiful and magnificent estate that we find ourselves. The comendador, already old and infirm, after the marriage of his son, which had taken place a year before this story begins, had left the administration and enjoyment of the estate to him, and lived at court, where he sought relief and distraction to the ailments that tormented him. Leôncio found since childhood, in the liberality and easiness of his parents, ample means to corrupt the heart and lead the intelligence astray. A poor student and insubordinate, turbulent, and incorrigible youth, often switched schools, and passed all preparatory exams like a cat walks on hot coals; regardless, his exam results were always saved by the shadow of his father's social influence. The school masters did not dare to give the influential and rich comendador the disgust of seeing his son fail. He registered in medical school, but in the first year got sick of that discipline, and because his parents did not know how to oppose him, he went to Olinda to attend law school. There, after having dissipated a considerable portion of his paternal fortune in the satisfaction of every vice and fantasy, he bored with legal studies and decided that only Europe in its pure and abundant springs would be able to develop properly his ... ... middle of paper ... ...eave her a good legacy." Naturally, the good old lady tried repeatedly to write her will to ensure the future of her little slave, of her beloved pupil, but the comendador, aided by his son in delaying and using false pretenses, would always postpone the satisfaction of the praiseworthy and holy desire of his wife, until the day that, fulminated by an attack of general paralysis, she succumbed in a few hours without having a single moment of lucidity or consciousness to express her last will. Malvina swore on the corpse of her mother-in-law to continue providing the same protection and solicitude that the deceased lady gave to the unfortunate slave. Isaura cried for a long time the death of the woman that had been a tireless and loving mother to her, and continued to be a slave, not to a virtuous lady, but to capricious masters, debauched and cruel.
Leonora de Oliveira was the mistress of Domingo Alvarez once He arrived in Rio. She convinced her husband to buy Alvares from his former owner so she would be healed from this ‘gre at healer’. For some time he was able to heal part of her ‘maleficios’ and was treated fairly. But as soon his healing techniques were not working, his freedom was limited. As his owner, Leonor treated him like a’ feiticeira’ because of the cures were not working. Because of this, his ability to move around was dictated by the commands of his mistress and her husband. It also caused Alvarez to seek revenge on his mistress and cause Alvarez to feel different, like an outsider. He eventually was sold to Jose Cardoso de Almeida, who gave Álvares his freedom . With this freedom, he set up a public house near Ignacio Correa Barbosa in Rua da Alfândega. His presence in Rua da Alfândega caused Alvarez to be ‘a great scandal ’ due to the street association with the catholic community. Ignacio Correa Barbosa , a resident in the neighborhood, saw it as his mission to ‘denounce ‘Alvares to the secular justice officials and the Inquisition. By denouncing Alvares, this caused society to label him as different kind of healer from the Catholic norms of healing. By clinging to his practice of healing, this
Counselor Ayres’ Memorial is considered as a psychological novel, because it presents themes such as the frivolity of the elite of Brazilian society at the end of 1800, and the difficulty of relationships. Unlike other novels of Machado de Assis, this work is not permeated by the sarcasm or irony. In addition, the story is not done by an omniscient narrator. It unfolds through an observer trying to unravel the intimate kind and simple characters.
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When interpreting a novel, it is easy to look too deeply into its meaning, particularly if you have never gone through the process before. To accurately excavate the meaning and or thesis within the novel the reader is required to think critically, develop a theory, and back it with details from the story. The reader cannot be afraid to become lost in the book, or speculate about the story’s implications. In the novel, April Blood, the author Lauro Martines spoils the reader by including every ghastly punishment implemented on the Pazzi conspirators. Martines’s writing does not lack in detail throughout the story, even providing an appealing and energetic approach to the story. However, he does not reach the climax of the events on April 26 until mid way in the novel. Martines greater goal here, is to show how that a mixture of aspects had to do with the attempted over throwing of the Medici.
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In the book “Bless Me Ultima”, by Rudolpho Anaya, there were two families represented, the Marez family and the Lunas family. These two families were very different, but were brought together by the marriage of Gabriel Marez and Maria Lunas. Through the eyes of their son Antonio one may see the comparison of the two. The differentiation of these two families is very clearly noticeable, such as in their personalities, the expression of their religion, and their everyday ways of life.
In her essay, “Loopholes of Resistance,” Michelle Burnham argues that “Aunt Marthy’s garret does not offer a retreat from the oppressive conditions of slavery – as, one might argue, the communal life in Aunt Marthy’s house does – so much as it enacts a repetition of them…[Thus] Harriet Jacobs escapes reigning discourses in structures only in the very process of affirming them” (289). In order to support this, one must first agree that Aunt Marthy’s house provides a retreat from slavery. I do not. Burnham seems to view the life inside Aunt Marthy’s house as one outside of and apart from slavery where family structure can exist, the mind can find some rest, comfort can be given, and a sense of peace and humanity can be achieved. In contrast, Burnham views the garret as a physical embodiment of the horrors of slavery, a place where family can only dream about being together, the mind is subjected to psychological warfare, comfort is non-existent, and only the fear and apprehension of inhumanity can be found. It is true that Aunt Marthy’s house paints and entirely different, much less severe, picture of slavery than that of the garret, but still, it is a picture of slavery differing only in that it temporarily masks the harsh realities of slavery whereas the garret openly portrays them. The garret’s close proximity to the house is symbolic of the ever-lurking presence of slavery and its power to break down and destroy families and lives until there is nothing left. Throughout her novel, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Harriet Jacobs presents these and several other structures that suggest a possible retreat from slavery, may appear from the outside to provide such a retreat, but ideally never can. Among these structures are religion, literacy, family, self, and freedom.
While reading the letter written to Andrew from G.B. Wallace many things ran through my head. There were three main thoughts though, a difference in society and acceptance and a different language and form of writing, and the way some of the words and terms were used. I found all three of the topics very interesting when I further looked into them.
This is the account of an ex-slave by the name of William Barker who now resides in Bethany, AL. He is approximately 95 years old and lives in a little shack with a plot of land. He has worked for some local townsfolk doing some grounds keeping and gardening since he was freed when he was 20. But for the most part, Barker keeps to himself. He has no wife and no children. He is only 5 foot 4 and may weigh about 145 lbs. As a slave he worked as a gardner, and later learned to cook, but soon thereafter was freed. Gardening is all he seems to know. However, he seems very proficient at hunting. He says that is the only way he keep alive, living off what God gives him from the land and water. He was son to Frances William and Eliza William. His father died in the war. Because of his size and ability to cook, William Barker did not go to war. His mammy died within weeks of being free due to starvation. Here is his account
Slavery is a system under which people are treated as property to be bought and sold, and are forced to work. Slavery was cruelty at its best. Slavery is described as long work days, a lack of respect for a human being, and the inability for a man or a woman to have gainful employment. The slaves were victimized the most for obvious reasons. Next on the list would be the families of both the slave and slave owners. At the bottom of the list would be the slave owners. Slavery does in fact victimize slaves, slave owner and their families by repeating the same cycle every generation.
Fourteen thousand. That is the estimated number of Sudanese men, women and children that have been abducted and forced into slavery between 1986 and 2002. (Agnes Scott College, http://prww.agnesscott.edu/alumnae/p_maineventsarticle.asp?id=260) Mende Nazer is one of those 14,000. The thing that sets her apart is that she escaped and had the courage to tell her story to the world. Slave: My True Story, the Memoir of Mende Nazer, depicts how courage and the will to live can triumph over oppression and enslavement by showing the world that slavery did not end in 1865, but is still a worldwide problem.
..., “on her wedding day she wept” and at its setting. She endured “better” and “worse” and at last, “she fell down…to the realization that she did not have to be brave, just this once.” Her tears functioned to honor the sacrifices of “her body… twenty years permanently fat,” of her sewing machine, the emblem of her livelihood, to pay her daughter’s “Senior Cambridge fees,” but also to purge “the pain she bore with the eyes of a queen.”
Today was one of the hardest days of my life since I’ve been living here on the plantation in Virginia. I rose at 5 am, read a few chapters in Hebrew while I drinking my morning milk for breakfast. I then made my way to the cookhouse to help Millie, our cook, ration the food for the week’s meals. It is very hot outside at this time in the Province of Virginia, and The cookhouse or kitchen was almost always in a separate building in the South until modern times, sometimes connected to the main house by a covered walkway. I do not know which season I dislike more, winter or summer. This is a hard task in itself because as the Mistress of the house, I am responsible for making sure our kitchen garden and field crops produce enough food