From this monologue analysis, it has been discovered that Catherine is a very dramatic and somewhat childish character as is shown because on page 91, Nelly says “…our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child!”(Bronte 91). Catherine acts very childish to shut herself in her room for several days because of argument with her husband. Also, her dramatic characteristic is shown because her monologue jumps around a lot in topics, from what happened when she entered her room to her anger at Edger to her sadness with grief, to her derangement, to again her anger at Edger. The knowledge of these characteristics can help perform the interpretation like how Catherine would act it out to Nelly, very dramatic and emotional. It can also be concluded
Come on women where the hell you've been? Been fucking around with Everyman on the planet. See fucking batsman the guardsman, doorman the fucking mailman had to go fucking dormant, in the morning became a Mormon. Don't touch my garment it's way to expensive and important. Don't want hands on it that don't belong to it. I refuse to except I'm a bad influence, it's intuitive assuasive. Let's be honest I'm innovative. Let's be honest to ourselves and our family's and say that we're pieces of shit. Just kidding. But I'm not kidding. Fucking peter the fisherman one of the most influential people in history. Stop fucking with me. Don't fuck with me. Or I'll curve you. One world order. Bonhomie records, Partners were not partners that's ignorance.
As you gaze upon the starry night, you recall what you once called home. The South was your home until your father drove you out. Although the streets molded you into who you are, your subconscious refuses to modernize. As you dwell upon these thoughts, Bono shakes you into reality. He hands you a can of beer and tunes the radio to the World Series. “It is Friday night, payday, and the one night of the week … [you] engage in a ritual of talk and drink.” (1)
The mission directors chose a ship full of queers, so we didn't spend every last minute agonizing about the family we left back on the Blue Marble. They wanted a crew of men who loved each other and desired each other's company, so that we could be happy where we were. And for the most part it worked.
“Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.” A man in a black suit stepped into the mostly bare room with a table and two chairs, one seated by Miss Bennett, opposite her she could see her reflection on the two way mirror she’d been making faces at for the past hour. “Oh, it’s
“Ms. porcellum , erit pars nostra , sicut et nos occisionem qui contra vos adversus incedam , O exaltavi.” The two girls chanted, kneeling before a shrine, a cement wall covered in old, yellowed newspaper clippings with lit candles sitting in front of the wall casting eerie shadows on the cold, lifeless concrete floor. One might think they saw shadows dancing along the wall, beckoning you to their world, their realm of shadows, of death.
Dark Paradise Elizabeth clasps her shaking fingers together as she stares unblinkingly at the picture hung up on the opposite wall. All she feels is a crippling, bone-breaking pain; yet at the same time, she is numb. A part of Elizabeth wants to break free of this icy ocean that surrounds her drowning form, but a stronger, louder part welcomes the numbing pain; for it is all she has left of John. It’s been well over a year since he has been gone and she still wakes up at three in the morning, nearly sobbing, with the bittersweet taste of a memory with John, her John, on her tongue. She loved him, she loves him, she will always love him; that will never change and she doesn’t want it to.
I have a grudge against my neighbor named John, and John has pushed the last of my buttons. Ive decided to take revenge on him for the years of torment that's made my life completely and utterly miserable. I am going to take his life and ill finally be free of the nightmare i know to be John.To do this it will take careful planning on my part and I’ll need a place to hide if im found out by the towns people. I’ll also need a place to hide the body and any evidence so people won’t become suspicious of my involvement of his sudden disappearance.
We have just arrived on this planet. Meg was completely knocked unconscious when we tesseracted from Camozots. The good news is that we found he father, the bad news is that charles-wallace is still under control of IT. On top of all I'm worried sick for Meg. These... beasts took Meg away, I haven't seen Meg in a while [I hope she's doing alright]. As for Mr.Murry and I the beasts took us in and gave us some food. Thank you to the happy medium for giving me my powers of communication, or we would possibly be dead. What is killing me though is coming so close to bringing Charles-Wallace back, I think if I go back I could turn him to normal, but I keep getting the feeling that this isn't my destiny.
Once we received our food, I was finally excited. The wrap I had was good, but messily put together by the cooks. As I dug into my French fries, I was even more let down. They tasted soggy and cold, like they had been sitting there for over an hour. Marilyn Hagerty, a famous food critic, had the same comment as I about the french fries. “On the downside, the food at times seemed too rushed and like fast food rather than a sit down restaurant,” Marilyn quoted (Gibson, M. 2014). As a service
Today has been an amazing day. I know this is unbelievable but the whole day I hanged out with teenagers. TEENAGERS!!!! I know right. How am I still alive? They are not actually that bad. Don’t worry they are not strangers. I’m giving them some money for a fund they are running and I told them about my visits to the zoo so I invited them. They are fun. I will tell you this, they have complete different personalities. Oh… I forgot to tell you their names, John and Lorraine. John seems like a rebel and a trouble maker to me. He’s like a lady man. I could smell the cigarette and alcohol on him but I didn’t want to say anything about it. I just figured he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents and they probably don’t care. Lorraine is
Tell us about your Christmas Eve party, your Christmas, your gifts... Ok, as you sound French, I shall respond in the style of Bernard-Henri Lévy a man you may be aware of who speaks your tongue and is as provocative as they come...
Where the heck am I? There’s jagged fences surrounding me and chubby faces attached to short necks are staring at me. How do they reach the leaves on trees? My wife, Lorrie has been hogging the luscious leaves for hours now. I’m starving and those short, weird, giraffes on the other side of the fence, aren’t sharing their food. What are they even holding. It looks like the flowers I used to visit when I lived in Africa. My golly, there absolutely stuffing there faces. The audacity! As I stand here wasting away, they just keep on eating. Maybe if I make a noise and get their attention, they give me some. But how do I do that? Back in Africa, I always had my first pick of the best ree and an optimal position at the water. After my Lorrie, of course.
She quickly spoke up and said, ‘Hello there, my name is Charlotte Jolynn, and I’m from round’ here’.
fade in: int. dentist office Richard Becca, have you seen Arthur? Becca Last I saw him he was with Tod. Door opens and Arthur walks in and looks at his parents. Arthur Why do I have to be here? beCCA We've been over this already. Arthur storms to the closet and grabs a lab jacket. int. operating room richard Son, can you grab me the probe? Arthur hands the tool to his father. Richard begins to operate on the patient. Arthur turns his head to face the patient in disgust of seeing blood dripping everywhere.