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Nevertheless, as previously demonstrated, Dupin and the narrator are no strangers to decadence. Their lackadaisical references to Rochefoucault, La Bruyère,

Bourdieu Distinction 1 .What does Bourdieu suggest about the role of taste in this passage? (4 points) Bourdieu suggests that the role of taste in food distinguishes the social classes and gender. He claims that the food categories the body -shape, strength, health, and beauty of a person by class. Bourdieu establishes that the working class is more attentive to the strength, especially males, than their body shapes and tends to buy cheaper food such as fastfood than healthy and less fattening food.

“Because, it’s sort of become a symbol for me.” I replied, after a slight pause

To be a vampire, you have to take something from someone else to benefit yourself, whether that be anything from blood to money. Vampires weren’t always what we see today in “Twilight. Vampirism does not always have to do with vampires but selfishness, exploitation, and refusal to respect.

I thought Louis would become upset at Boudreaux’s revelation but he did not. His talk of the Baroness sucking the life out of the living went right over my head… I was more interested in Boudreaux’s revelation that Louis had been sexually involved with this mysterious woman. Louis simply grinned and said, “Touché my

“Montag [sits] down. His wife [says], ‘I don't know why I should be so hungry.’ ‘You-’ ‘I’m hungry.’ ‘Last night,’ he [begins]. ‘Didnt sleep well.

"No. I don't think I have." But I had. Why did I say I hadn't?

“This is my husband we are talking about. I will never leave my husband under anyone’s control, not even yours, no offense.”

“I intend to,” I said over my shoulder as I hurried out the door and across the street. I instructed Benét to draw me a hot bath and then anxiously paced the floor until she had the tub half-filled with hot water. I stepped into the bath and then slid beneath the water. It was so hot it nearly scalded my body. After a moment, I spread my legs and let the hot water touch my private place- slipped my fingers in and let the water deeper inside me- it felt deliciously sinful. I wanted to be fresh and clean for my night with Boudreaux. I bit my lip in anticipation and tasted blood… hurry, hurry

“Oh crap.” I say with frustration, but as I look up I am shocked at what I see. There on the ground about 40 feet away is one thoroughly pissed off vampire struggling to pull the claw out of his chest. “Fuck me, it works.” I shout with an enthusiasm I know he does not share. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I almost feel bad for him.

I’ve killed two-- The vampire who said he was you”. The powerful imagery of these

Entry 1: Bibliographic Entry Sante, Luc, and Alexandre Dumas. The Count of Monte Cristo. New York: Barnes & Noble Classics, 2004. Print. A.

We were drinking wine as we strolled, as was most everyone else, and the wine had relaxed my body and my mind to the point were I was swaying, sashaying along without a care in the world. However, the wine caused holding Boudreaux’s hand to be a sensual affair. It had me wanting to throw him on the ground and rape him- his appeal was so strong, I could study nothing but him. Fear gripped my stomach when I thought him lost, but then he was beside me holding onto my waist. I collapsed against him and hugged him to me. I could feel the heat generating from his body and turned my face up to looked up into his eyes. For a moment, I felt it was not him, but figured it was the mask - then I looked at his hair - his blonde mane was moist with dew but I knew it was he. We walked

“It’s no way he could survive all this time.” said Don. “ He can he was the oldest living vampire at the time.” said Kastiel. “ It’s been years Kastiel I haven’t seen you.” said the Old Man. “ why you here?” said Kastiel angrily. “I am here to tell you that you work for me.” said the Old Man. “ I do not work for anyone I work by myself on my own free will.” said Kastiel.

“Vampires have existed throughout antiquity in every culture. I have met them. They have a culture and religion and they do drink blood. It’s given to them by willing