Albert's Life-Personal Narrative

“There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his motor-boats slid the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with

Temper is what causes this town to turn its course from coexisting with the enemy, to a town of whispers. Alex, a young, coal worker disobeys an occupier’s order. Defending himself, Alex states, “I have a pretty bad temper. He said I must work. I am a free man. I got mad and hit him.”(53) A struggle ensues, resulting in the fortuitous death of a soldier. Alex is made an example by being charged with murder. The boy’s public assassination unifies his countrymen. The Mayor says as a farewell, “Alex, go, knowing that these men will have no rest, no rest until they are gone, or dead. You will make the people one,”(55)

During the mid-1840s to 1850s the political climate of New York was driven by hostility between the upper and lower classes. This has led to an outbreak of labor riots (Foley 90). The most prominent of these riots occurred in 1849, called the Astor Place Riots. These riots began as a dispute between two actors, Edwin Forrest and Charles Macready, but quickly escalated into a class struggle between the lower class which mostly supported Forrest, and the upper classes, who supported Macready.1 Although these events are not introduced in “Bartleby, the Scrivener”, they are arguably important to the genesis of Melville’s short story because he resided only a few blocks away from the theater. Incidentally, Melville was a follower of Macready; so in the context of the riot, he allied himself with the upper class (Foley 102). These events are important to understand because they help to explain the complex relationship of the lawyer and

George could not turn his back on New York City because the city had never turned its back on him, even when he had absolutely nothing. The effects of being raised in this sometimes cruel, yet prosperous environment is evident in the life of George Andrews; he represents not only the harsh

After being dismissed as a threat to Bledsoe’s position, the narrator was sent to the North, more practically New York. Nevertheless, he quickly settled into the city, following the orders of Dr. Bledsoe. The protagonist was tasked to deliver

I watched the Finch children and Dill go into the courtroom debating if I should have ever left Arthur at home alone. Quietly I snuck into the courthouse, slipping through the closing doors behind them. I stood off to the side, to keep a secret that I had left the Arthur at home. I’ve heard of Tom Robinson and the Ewells, so I know the vulgar things Bob Ewell's does to his oldest child Mayella. But I felt the tension, it was obviously the blacks were all scared for Tom, hoping he’d be set free. Hoping there innocent mockingbird would be set free.

It was just a casual, beautiful day in New York. Nothing was out of the ordinary that day, that was until a man who was oddly lurking around. Drew Bell, which is a police officer who watches over New York, was on duty that day. She didn't think much of it at first but she still kept a close eye on him. She then noticed he started to look around to see if anyone was watching him, he didn't notice Drew so he continued on his way. She then just put it into conclusion that maybe he was just a homeless man looking for shelter, or food. So she then goes back to her duty. But little did she know he was nothing like that all, and that he would be the person to destroy New York.

With the limited work African Americans are able to do, Richard is able to find work cleaning in an optical shop. While working there, his white coworkers pressure him into fighting the African American boy who works across the street. Their purpose is solely for their own amusement, as if the boys are animals. Richard describes that fight saying, “The fight was on, was on against our will. I felt trapped and ashamed… stabbing, slugging… crying, bleeding” (243).

The stone streets were a veil at this time of night, with who knows how many menacing horrors hiding behind the curtain. The lingering gas hovering over the ground was timid, dispersing at the sight of anyone who strayed near. The moon tried to pry into the city’s shadows, but it was too thick to cut. The buildings were nothing but faded memories: gray, eroded structures that once boasted splendor and beauty. Street rats, both rodent and human, scuttled about in the alleyways, knocking assortments over and fleeing if anyone walked past, just like the gas. A dog barked in the distance. Car horns blared on 5th Avenue nearby. Tank sighed. No place like home.

The essay begins with a short description of the writer’s own experience when she arrived in New York, from the bustling in the crowded streets, to the impersonal existence in her apartment, as she knows none of her neighbors and can only speculate who they are and what they are doing by the sounds they’re making. She moves on to giving several examples of how New Yorkers react with apathy when in crowds, even when something utterly absurd happens, like a woman wearing only her bathrobe on the bus exclaims that she must have forgotten her token in

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

I was in New York the time was barely ten o’clock at night,but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain, I was in a doorway of there once was, “Big joe” Brady’s restaurant.” a policeman saw me and stop then he started walking to me twirling his club, he made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace.

“In the early 1900s, crime plagued the streets of New York City larger then it had ever before.”

With reference to the mentioned above, it is also permissible to assume that the audience to which the author directed the book is possibly medium to high class, with a basic level of education and reside in Manhattan for her direct observation of how, in the cocktail parties, people voice comments such as "I can't take Manhattan anymore" and "our citizens dream of the open spaces of Wyoming, the manicured exclusivities of Hobe Sound” just as her allusions to historic events, for example "there is much about Manhattan now that resembles Dickensian London” and “For the ancient greeks, drama taught and reinforced compassion”. This last fact among other opinions such as "We cannot deny the existence of the helpless as their presence grows” y “it is impossible to insulate ourselves against what it is at our very doorstep”, finally define that the intention of the author when executing this document was generating conscience to the population of the city in which she

It's a nice, sunny New York day. The streets filled with people walking up and down the pavement, most pedestrian were rushing along to get to their jobs. As for Jeanne, she leans on a brick wall pulling down the hood of her cloak to reveal her face. It was her first time in years to come back and help MACUSA -- Magical Congress of the United States of America, but each time she tries to help with a case she gets in trouble and risk her father's job though it's now turning slightly common for them to see her. They never knew why she never just actually decide to work there when she did get an offer. She walks out of the alleyway and into the crowded street. Among the bustling crowds, Jeanne heard distant noise of shouting, intrigued by the