Looking Up At The Grey Sky

A feeling readily distinguishable for Charlie, who became scarred off his reflective experience in the library. This purposelessness is apparent in a moment in our lives where we are short of ideas with what do with it. Associable with Charlie’s reaction on reading the horrific atrocities committed by people like Edgar Cooke notorious for his unreasonable, random, ruthless murder of people. And of Sylvia Likens, who is inhumanely abused like being, “made to live in the cellar with the dogs.” Page 111. Apart from Charlie, how would you have feel hearing that? Doesn’t that flame of resignation burn within you? Well, it clearly did for Charlie who suddenly experiences a surge of uncertainty and ponders to himself,”I don’t know what to do with myself... I wish you could unknow all I’ve learned. “ Charlies’s pondering could be considered Silvey’s warning to us the audience of these depressive moments postponed for us. Unfortunately, many of us have remained under the radar of Silvey’s notice. With over 13.3% of youth unemployed, according to Trading Economies. These are people like us aged 18-25 years whose has been denied a future motion into life, serving as an obstacle to their desires of prosperity. A denied prosperity forces both us, the readers and Charlie into a state of, “I don’t know what to

"You ought to have asked me first whether I wanted to meet them." John was sick of being shown to people and gawked at. The rift between John's values and the rest of the "civilized" people was further split when Lenina tried to have John. "Whore!" cried John when he realized what she was doing, "Damned whore!" His beliefs were tested and he passed. The new world was so different than the reservation, Lenina and the rest of society was pushing him further and further away. "They had mocked him through his misery and remorse, mocked him with how hideous a note of cynical derision! Fiendishly laughing, they had insisted on the low squalor, the nauseous ugliness of the nightmare" What was paradise to some, was hell to John. The brave new world he had dreamed of was turning out to be a nightmare. Isolating himself from the rest of the world was his only escape.

During his journey, the man gets his feet wet as he falls through the ice into the water of a hot spring. Because of the severity of the cold, the man’s life depends upon his ability to adapt to his surroundings. After one, half-successful fire-starting endeavor, and several other pitiful attempts, the hopelessness of the man’s lone struggle

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

Outside, a deep silence fell over the neighborhood. This silence crept into every household. Members of the community had a guise of anger and pain expressed on their faces. Everyone locked themselves inside, to lament such a tragedy that has brought sorrow to a twelve years old’s family. Parents fell on their knees with tears in their eyes. This last murder represented the final straw. So many of their own had been murdered by the malicious, metallic, monsters that were supposed to be the defenders of their community. They felt insecure, threatened by the

(219) Soon enough, John commits suicide because of his hatred for caving in to chastity and having to experience such extreme culture shock within his time of being in this new world. (250) Certainly it shows how little the civilians cared for John when they were entertained by his self-mutilation at the lighthouse; although understandable since they have no sense of remorse or being saddened – they have no feelings at all, really. (246) This is an example of the way things are different between the two worlds: Even though the citizens of the reserves went through pain and suffering like our everyday world does, they were also been given the rights to feel those emotions. They had freedom of expression to act human-like. Being subjected to pain, but also being free to real gratitude is much more rewarding because they’re capable of owning their personal thoughts and feelings and John tremendously wanted that freedom back. Coincidentally, a drug called Soma is given when any feelings of discontent may arise to those of the ‘World State’ and this hallucinogen allows the person to forget all their

Bernard Marx and John the Savage are fortunately questioning the way this world works, and, ending in suicide, demonstrate the citizen’s reciprocal effect on government institutions.

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

If Tom heard, he made no acknowledgment. His eyes remained dull, his expression vacant. Somewhere, in the midst of the chaos that was the harshness of reality, he had managed to build a protective wall, a refuge in his mind where he was no longer a victim, no longer a weak, pathetic excuse for a man. He was Tom Hanson the cop, the loving son, the loyal friend; he was a man free

When tragedy strikes, friends and families rely on one another in order to overcome the situation at hand. Unfortunately when tragedy struck in Poland during World War II, Jacob Glatstein’s family did not survive. This sense of pain and alienation is displayed in Glatstein’s poem I have never been here before. The first stanza of the poem revolves around Glatstein’s memories of his hometown country of Poland when he grew up. Throughout the rest of the poem Glastein describes the horrific devastation that occurred as a result of the Nazis and how his childhood world had vanished. This poem raises the terrifying question of how someone would feel if they lost everything they had ever known.

Joseph approached what he thought was a television, but what he had come upon was an old, boxed computer monitor along with a keyboard with shattered buttons.“Hey, you, what are you doing back there?’’, a guard shouted. Lee lifted his head and began to run. He dashed as fast as his two skinny, long pale legs could take him. He stopped as soon as he turned around and realized he could no longer see the guard. Joseph couldn’t recall where he was, so he began searching for familiar streets. He tried to piece together what he had seen outside the Ryongsong Residence. He looked down at his watch and suddenly began to panic. He had only twenty-five minutes to get home because soon guards would begin roaming the streets to assure no one was on the streets. Ever since Joseph was born, everything he did was controlled and seen by government officials. Now more than ever, he wanted to find out what was that old, boxed

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

We live in a world that is sadly disconnected. Every day, we travel along our own paths and rarely cross into the path of another person, especially if that person is a stranger. This is a trend that is noticeable to everyone, but seems to be unchangeable.

We thanked her and pulled on our coats and mittens. I grabbed my white chocolate mocha before heading out into the thick snow. Karina and Alan argued over who was going to drive through the storm on the way home and eventually Alan conceded. As he scraped snow off the car, Karina jokingly warned me that it was going to be a rough trip home. I figured she was just exaggerating since she loved to make fun of Alan. Then, Alan hopped in and insisted Karina played Christmas music.

For thousands of years now, people have been observing the sky and the universe. Most would assume that this did not happen until the Renaissance period, from the 14th to the 17th century, when in fact it started much earlier than that. We can thank many of the Greeks for this matter, such as Aristotle for an example. The main reasons for the use of looking at the sky was obvious in many cases, the two main reasons were for traveling and farming. It was essential for surviving to know the seasons for crops and to tell what kind of weather was to come before going places. One person who played a huge role in astronomy and science was Galileo Galilei. Galileo had paved the way for many modern day scientists and innovations. This man had devoted his entire life to his findings and to better educate the public. In the poem “The Old Astronomer to His Pupil,” it was said by Sarah Williams, “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night,” and this perfectly explains the relationship Galileo had with astronomy. With all the struggles that Galileo went through he could have stopped believing in what he did, yet he never did. His ideas were revolutionary in science and the world.