Abena Dialectical Journal

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” “In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.” “All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy,” This significant quote from Brave New World had moved innumerable readers’ heart, so do I. Exaggeration? No. It’s the satire to the false meaning of the universal happiness, and it’s this quote which made me had rethink what do I really want and the way of living I want to choose. Because the deep influence and rumination brought by the book, I would like to say

Kayla- The morning of April 19, 1775 , Britain’s General Gage would send out squadrons of British soldiers stationed in Boston .

1. I would put myself in the place of the man on the horse he looks like he could be the leader, so the leader.

The underworld seemed to be getting colder and I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d fled the room that was lit or because Hades’s heart had been nearly ripped out. I was weeping pretty hard by now, feeling awfully betrayed and as lonely as my injurer. I felt my way around in the darkness for a while, thankful to the slight bluish glow that seemed to at least partially lighten ones way down in the underworld.

“Would it be scarier if I told you that I would kill you or just hurt you really bad?”

Arnetta seems like she would be the strongest because throughout the story she tries to take a sort of command within the group. She seems like the strongest by the way she acts, but in all reality she is acting weak. She uses threats, insults, and demands as a way of seeming strong. In page 282 paragraph 3 Arnetta would say to a boy as an insult,

Passage: “It was the meanest moment of eternity. A minute before she was just a scared human being fighting for its life. Now she was her sacrificing self with Tea Cake's head in her lap. She had wanted him to live so much and he was dead. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. Janie held his head tightly to her breast and wept and thanked him wordlessly for giving her the chance for loving service. She had to hug him tight for soon he would be gone, and she had to tell him for the last time. Then the grief of outer darkness descended”(Hurston 184).

The second some portion of this book is more centered around how Augusts cherished one feel about him and with him. I welcome the writer for taking from August family and companions point of view since it will help perusers comprehend the story better with more noteworthy profundity and feeling. For example, just August's family can catch superior to anything anybody what he needs to experience. A decent illustration of would be that they generally guard August against open and never dither. To me, creator's message was excessively mindful individuals of how little acknowledgment we have, and how little we bargain? I trust that on the off chance that it was my kin in August spot I would act likewise to August's kin and folks. It is just characteristic that we think more about our blood relations than whatever other relationship.

On page 51 the the second paragraph says "But he had to admit that on the days when Attean did not come the hours went by slowly." Attean didn't even like the lessons that Matt gave him. Although, Attean hated them he still went to Matts house. Therefore I believe that Attean only goes for company. Matt may feel the same way, maybe he feels lonely too. This is why I think that Matt feels like the hours go by slowly.

Abel and Stella travel the world, Abel misses his home. “Abel thought about his home all year long and felt the big blue fish pressing against him in his sleep” (Page 116).

Ela ran in front of the family and planted her sturdy body like a mountain between the hunters and the babies standing in a position of charge. With her ears backward, her long trunk swinging from side to side she aggressively trumpeted. Her small amber eyes filled with undaunted resolution. But the hunters weren't afraid of Ela, they rose their rifles ready to shoot her!

Samael's eyes too filled with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or even pain, but of joy. He smiled widely, a trembling hand lifting to gently caress Amaimon's cheek, brushing away his own tears. He knew it must have surprised his brother, especially considering the way he cried so suddenly. He could see an immeasurable amount of guilt in his mate's gaze and he knew it tore him asunder. It hurt, it did, but it didn't matter, being with Amaimon like this mattered. Over The last few months together Samael had learned once again how to read his brother's emotions easily and he knew just by looking up at him and that guilt that just as he had the earth King had imagined this. He'd thought of this too, but slower, gently, just like the time

Protagonist goal - I believe that the protagonist's goal was to act in whichever way he wanted. He never wanted to please anyone but himself.

The soldiers were right behind her. Wheezing, she could barely hold the infant who was safely cradled in her arms and scurry at the same time. “This way, the tracks are fresh!!” Nanette had barely enough time to think when a soldier knocked her down right on her face. It took her every effort not to yelp after hearing a crack from her nose. She couldn’t move, her legs had snapped. A faint cry could be heard from a distance. The child had fallen. Suddenly Nanette found herself un-able to move at all, too much blood was oozing onto the dry ground. This was all happening so fast. She closed her eyes tightly fully aware of what was next. A skinny soldier slid off his horse with ease, showing no sign of emotion and was followed by what looked to

One frosty morning,Shelly woke up as a Rottweiler. Shelly went to go put on her makeup found out she was a dog, Shelly and her friends was dogs. Shelly always wonder how it would be to be a dog. She wonder if it was fun. After a while she thought it was a dream so she told her friends to hit her so she wake up, but it wasn’t a dream.