A Light Wave Of Chatter

(12) shows Tom?s authority and the how gender roles affected everyone back in the 1920?s. Tom?s overpowering demeanor hides his actual self, he has a strong aura around him which suggests his authority on everyone around him, making him a kill joy. ¬

With a weary grunt, Booker shifted the bag of groceries in his arms and kicked his apartment door closed with his foot. He had planned to be home early so he take Tom out to dinner as a birthday surprise, but as usual, work had ruined his plans. When he had rung Tom and explained that he would be home late, he had expected him to react moodily, but instead, he had received a sympathetic response. It was a sign that their relationship was now on stable footing. Tom was more open about his feelings, and they argued less about the trivialities of everyday life; they were moving forward.

While there was no doubt his partner frustrated the hell out of him, he felt no malice toward the young officer, in fact, it was the exact opposite. Despite his disappointment in Tom’s lack of backbone, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect the young officer, leaving him strangely conflicted. But after almost driving himself crazy trying to make sense of it all, he had finally opted for the obvious explanation. Theirs was a fledgling relationship, and therefore, there were bound to be a few shaky steps along the rocky road toward trust and friendship. While a part of him recognized his acceptance for what it was, a cop out, his tired mind needed resolution, and if taking the easy way out saved him from more sleepless nights, then so be

There was a raw passion that lit up Dennis’ eyes when he spoke about his partner, and that was something she rarely saw between two men unless their relationship was more than just platonic. Not that it was any of her business, but it helped to know the fundamentals, after all, it could well be a domestic violence situation. But her sixth sense told her this was not the case with Dennis and Tom. Whatever their relationship, it was clear Dennis had deep feelings for his fellow officer, and she doubted he would do anything to hurt him

From across the room, I felt his eyes upon me. Louis had us seated at a table near a window overlooking the slow flowing muddy river. Myles Laveau sat across the room, his dinner companion’s back was toward the room and to me- I was seething with a need to view her face. Why was I feeling this way, he was not mine… I had no right to be angry. I had Louis to my left and Boudreaux to my right, but wanted what was out of reach- at least for the moment. I knew I could have him again; Myles Laveau affected me the same way the flame-haired woman had, but unlike her, he made himself available. The simplest touch from him sent quivers through my pleasure place; just the touch of his eyes upon me had me quivering with desire for him, and

In contrast, by implying in her short story that Connie is already sexually active, author Joyce Oates deepens the terror of the screen-door meeting by focusing not on just the sexually persuasive nature of Arnold Friend but also on the demonic trance-like state he uses in order to control his victims.

James Dickey struggled with suburban family life because his sets of beliefs contradict and interfere with the way others live. His dishonesty comes not from his misrepresentations or distortions of facts in his life to other people, but in his failed attempt to be true to his worldview. He is a loner not by choice, but by philosophical differences with the majority. These differences result in a mental tug of war that produces chaotic results in his life. Christopher Dickey witnessed the alcoholic, the adulterer, the liar, the artist, the promoter, the creative genius, and the decimated father figure. Christopher Dickey judged his father from his own perspective and at the insistence of his wife. Christopher Dickey may have connected with his father, but the reciprocal connection from his dad was certainly different. James Dickey did not openly display his dark side to his wife and immediate family to secure their loving devotion. They put up with him, because he provided for them financially; he had enormous charisma; and his wife was too weak to do anything. The connections in his family were superficial; he controlled them from a detached standpoint.

The sensation of a moist tongue swirling around the indentation of his navel woke Booker from a restful sleep and groaning softly, he opened his eyes to the sight of Tom's brown hair bobbing in front of him. A lazy smile played over his lips, and he lovingly ran his fingers through the soft peaks of his lover’s mussed-up tresses. “Mmm, you should wake me up like this every morning.”

Donny cannot believe what is happening to him, and he is overwhelmed with emotions: he feels like everything around him is moving so slow, yet so fast. The conflicting nature of his feelings highlight the strength of the pleasure, confusion and lust that he feels at that moment. Earlier, as Donny was looking on at the mountains at Georgian Bay, he compares them to “the calves and thighs of...floating women” (Atwood ). He is preoccupied with the bodies of the waitresses, and so dead set on acting out his fantasies with one of them that he is beginning to see them in his surroundings. The comparison Donny makes leaves no question that, like any teenage boy, sex is the first thing on his mind.

One night Connie went on a date with a guy named Eddie where the id of her personality begins to show, reflecting her true desires for romance and excitement and breaking the constraints of superego in order to seek satisfaction. Nothing of this date seemed to be out of the ordinary until she left the restaurant, “... Just at that moment she happened to glance at a face just a few feet from hers. It was a boy with shaggy black hair… He wagged a finger and laughed and said ‘gonna get you, baby…” (1). Connie did not think anything of the portentous experience with the guy until she was left home alone one Sunday afternoon. The guy before, later introduces himself as Arnold Friend, makes an appearance at her house, asking for Connie’s company. With a little bit of hesitance, Connie continues to socialize with Arnold who seems to know more than a little about her and her personal life. He appears to be very charming and appealing yet the fact that he happens to know everything about her gave Connie a moment of realization that he was not so delightful. The conversation between Connie and Arnold shows details of the ego and id in regards to control. Although the interaction between the two show no more than simply speaking, Connie feels more and more powerless as the conversation continues. She resists the temptation of her id when she

Later that night, as Jake recorded his observations of the town and harbor in his notebook, his mind wandered to Nell’s easy confidence when she navigating around her daddy’s store. He realized that he had seen the Harmony often docked behind Guthrie’s Hardware, and he wondered if it was her boat. Was she working with Lowell? He took a slug of bourbon to wash the image out of his mind. One thing he concluded was that Charlie Lowell could not be the brains behind the rum-running operations that functioned so openly on Front Street. He suspected that the police were being paid off in money or hooch.

The narrator goes on to describe their feelings after seeing the lover with another person, clad in pyjamas, drinking coffee and smiling at each other. The narrator records how they felt watching the scene. At first, it was amazement, which replaced by pain as the image keeps replaying over and over again in their head. The narrator paces their room up down looking at their lover's clothing and imagining how their lover is in the hands of another person. This depicts a possibility that the narrator feels jealous of the other person enjoying the company, and intimacy of whom they thought was their

Along with other features, the actions of a character play a significant role in shaping their personality as it provides the audience with a clear idea of how the character thinks. The actions Ratched takes has a more psychological approach, rather than physical. For example, she manipulates the patients into revealing theirs, and inmates’ secrets by “merely insinuating”, simulating reactions from the patients. During the group therapy, which McMurphy refers to as “a peckin’ party”, he notes that Ratched “pecks [the] first peck” which demonstrates McMurphy’s understanding of the way Ratched works, which could also be understood that he also understands how society functions. However, despite it being clear to the readers that Ratched is manipulative, and controlling, the patients, specifically Harding believes the group therapy is “done solely for therapeutic reasons”. This shows the extent to which Ratched as power over Harding, as he quickly defends her, bringing up the fact that she is a “highly regarded psychiatric nurse with twenty years in the field”. However, it also shows how Bromden may be treating Ratched unfairly, as he fails to attempt to understand from Ratched’s perspective, like Harding. On the other hand, it can be understood that Harding is easily manipulated, and therefore cannot be trusted.

When returning from a date Miss Kenton asks Mr. Stevens, “Are you not in the least interested in what too place tonight between my acquaintance and I?” (218). Mr. Stevens acts as though he is more interested in returning to his work when really he is dying to know. Miss Kenton does all she can to get Stevens to show some sort of emotion, but she always fails. She even tries to anger him by telling him that she and her acquaintance “often pass the time amusing [themselves] with anecdotes about [him]” (219). He just brushes her comments off and goes about his business.

She never licks anybody — whacks ‘me over the head with her thimble — and who cares for that, I’d like to know. She talks awful, but talk don’t hurt — anyways it don’t if she don’t cry. Jim, I’ll give you a marvel. I’ll give you a white alley!’ Jim began to waver. ‘White alley, Jim! And it’s a bully taw.’ ‘My! Data’s a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I’s powerful ‘fraud ole missis —‘‘and besides, if you will I’ll show you my sore toe.’ Jim was only human — this attraction was too much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye. But Tom’s energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him for having to work — the very thought of it burnt him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it — bits of