A muscle twitched in Jake’s jaw as he reread the telegram and eased back into his leather chair. He glanced at the array of books in the study, wondering where the time had gone. For the past three years, he’d devoted his energy and resources to running the ranch, never once taking a book from its shelf.
“I thought she was out of my life when I resigned from the Rangers.” He laid the telegram to his desk and turned to his grandfather. “The Pinkerton agent searched for over a year and told me it was hopeless to continue looking.
Lucky Chance Davenport, Chance among friends, attempted to console his grandson. “You’re an honorable man, son. You searched for her before moving on with your life. No one can fault you for this.”
“I never
…show more content…
“Dammit Jake, I already know what you want me to do.”
“What does Doc say?” The ol’man got under his skin, yet he hated the impasse. Gramps was the cornerstone of his life. They disagreed on this subject, but he loved his grandfather.
“He says I’m not to lift anything heavy that will put a strain on me. Otherwise, I’m fine. You’re needed here. You’ve got the divorce papers?”
Jake handed him the documents and Gramps slipped them inside his coat pocket.
“Are you sure you want me to open this door?”
Jake nodded. “I’m sure. Katlin Masters is no more than . . .” As he spoke, he thought about how she’d kissed him and left him stranded. “. . . a distant memory, but if it’s her, I have to know.”
#
St. Louis, Missouri
Dance hall girls, in knee-length ruffled dresses, kicked their legs in exuberant rhythm with the music, showing off their stockings and lacy petticoats. Kat tapped her foot and counted the red, white, and black chips on the table. At the boisterous end of the song, the dancers went their separate ways and mingled among the customers.
Kat pegged a professional gambler wearing a bowler hat and a few regulars anxious to try their luck at the tables. The bowler drifted over to the bar and downed his beer at the counter. His jacket opened, and she caught a glimpse of a dagger handle. Although patrons often armed themselves, she kept a cautious eye on those who did. Across from the bar, one of the saloon’s hired guns caught her gaze and
Jake’s eyes darted from one relative to the other. “Gentlemen, any notion you have about a relationship between me and Miss Collins is a simple misunderstanding.”
It is essential to understand that classes taken in grade school do not give students a full understanding of each subject. With the topic of writing, there will always be a new lesson to learn, an aspect to improve, or a differing way to explain. Author Craig Vetter states in Bonehead Writing, “This is your enemy: a perfectly empty sheet of paper. Nothing will ever happen here except what you make happen.” Each story, essay, or response comes from a writer’s experiences. With each attempt at a new piece comes an underlying story of emotions the writer is facing. Each person’s writing is unique and the ideas people have are related to their past experiences and what they believe to be familiar with when deciding which writing style to use. As a high school student, I have learned many things about writing that helped me become the improved writer I am today, but the most essential advice I have received is practice makes perfect. Although there is no actual perfect way of writing, I have discovered that each essay I write, my writing improves. It is easier to spot mistakes, find areas to improve, and ponder elevated word choice to use.
We burst out of the door, unveiling ourselves to the crowd outside. We felt like rock stars. Everyone had to get a few more pictures with other friends as they arrived and then we filed inside. The place was decorated from top to bottom, glittered stars hung from the ceiling, white Christmas lights twinkled all around, and glimmering gowns in every color made the entire venue sparkle. As a class, months earlier, we had chosen the theme, “I’ve had the time of my life”. The girls had pulled it from our favorite movie, “Dirty Dancing”, and I think the boys just went with it. We sat down for dinner where we were served our choice of meat, with rice or potatoes and a medley of veggies. Nobody ate much though, either because of nerves, vanity, or just plain desire to get to showing off our best moves, we wanted to boogie! After about an hour the tables were cleared off of the dance floor and it was time to the highly anticipated partying. The DJ played the hottest jams of 1999 and we danced the night away. Most of the girls were in their bare feet, unable to take the pain of high heels any longer as we busted our best moves.
Writing varies from a text message to a novel. Writers often have a difficult task in creating a piece of work that truly identifies the meaning of good writing. Every good writer usually starts with the basics such as genre, audience, rhetorical situation, and reflection of the piece. Throughout this semester, we have gone through all of these key terms in great detail with each new assignment that has come our way. In doing this, not only as students but also as writers, we have come to create our own theory of writing. Every writer has a different theory of writing though most are very similar. Now, at this point in the semester after doing countless journals, in-class exercises, and final assignments, I think I have figured out my own
Marilyn’s Mom: I don’t care what the sign says! There should have been a better warning, my poor girl just wanted to see her brother who she hasn't seen in 10 years. Barton should have been more careful and checked EVERYWHERE to make sure that no-one was on the ship.
“Marlorana. Come here, sweetheart, granny has something to tell you.” She didn’t need to think, she could take the moment to consider Papi, or else she would lose her nerves that was already seeping through her palms and causing them to sweat. It was time to open up a can of shit and reveal the best-kept secret to her granddaughter.
“I’m looking for my wife. Do you know where she is?, “Mr Creswell. Don’t you remember? She died. 3 years ago.
Music echoed through the club, lights flashing, bodies close together. The two were in total sync that one night. Both were in a good mood; Hyejung had scored a bonus at work and Hyesun snatched herself another sponsorship. She wasn’t the usual type to dance and when she did, Hyesun couldn’t help but gasp at the sight in front of her. Her hips moved smoothly to the beat with a bright smile on her face, she wanted to see more of
The Gothic novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Wollstonecraft absolutely advocates change and up to a certain degree shows concern of the social attitudes and customs of the 18th and 19th centuries. Mary Shelley successfully created a fiction that was meant to indirectly criticize the practices of the time. Shelley wishes to modify the fact that knowledge that existed during the late 1700s through the 1800s were being used for detrimental purposes, although some were being used for honorable purposes; she also expresses concern for the intrusion of technology that was being experienced at the time the novel was written.
Upon entering the room, he cried, “Is Lydia alright?” Of course, it did not take long for Chandler to discover for himself that Fontaine was already dead. “That’s a shame,” he said to himself whilst standing before her corpse. “How am I supposed to explain this to her parents?” Shortly thereafter, he turned his attention toward Joseph MacDonald, “Are you almost done
Their visit lasted for two hours, and afterward they continued to correspond. She was struck by his letters, which seemed introspective, and were not at all what she had expected. “I am a very honest person with my feelings,” he wrote her. “I will not bullshit you on how I feel or what I think.” He said that he used to be stoic, like his father. But, he added, “losing my three daughters . . . my home, wife and my life, you tend to wake up a little. I have learned to open myself.”
In this first chapter, Lamott emphasizes the importance of writing within literature of her former students. She tells about how her students enjoy writing and would constantly seek her advice for finding people who would publish their works. In the beginning, Lamott states that she herself loves to write and gives vivid explanations about her own experiences with writing.
“How could I have sent her away?”,She stutters between sobs, not indicating whether she is addressing stan, or simply asking herself.
The events that lead to the formation of Jake’s character occur before the novel takes place. As a soldier in World War I, Jake was wounded rendering him sexually incompetent, which has left him insecure about his masculinity. Jake also has a lacking ambition to work and spends the majority of his time in cafes, drinking and talking. This theme of loss is directly addressed in chapter twelve when Bill Gorton, one of Jake Barnes good friends, bluntly states to Jake “You dink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working” (Hemingway 120). This statement directly confronts his lack of ambition and alcohol abuse, but Jake simply states in denial to Bill that “It sounds like a swell life” (Hemingway120). Jake’s physical malady also has profound psychological consequences by contributing to his sense of insecurity about his masculinity. The fact that Brett Ashley, the love of his life, refuses to engage in a relationship with him only enhances this issue. The intricate relationship between Jake and Brett is addressed in chapter twelve when he takes a break from fishing. Since the day was very hot, Jake decides to read a book beneath the trunk of two trees that have grown together about a man, who was frozen in the Alps and then fell into a glacier and disappeared, and his bride was going to wait twenty-four years exactly for his body to emerge. This story that he chooses to read parallels Jake’s dilemma precisely. Because of Jake’s impotency, he is like the man in the story because he is frozen in time with his love for Brett, who in turn accepts a relationship of forced sexual abstinence with Jake (Smith 237). Jake Barnes is the paragon of the lost generation because he represents the aimlessness and perpetual dissatisfaction experienced by a vast number of men following World War
There was tension at the table as Michael, Allison, Steve, Shelly, Sarah, and Melody ate dinner and watch slideshows. But that tension lifted once everybody hit the dance floor.