Melville Monologue

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

Due to his experiences a sailor, Melville commonly wrote his stories based on life at sea. His common theme of the sea attracted many literate people of the Renaissance. However, Melville´s common theme of life at sea is not the only factor which contributed to his style of writing. Herman Melville used many different rhetorical strategies to emphasize significance in many of his pieces. The use of similes, metaphors, and imagery supply Melville´s stories with various ways to describe certain characters or things. Alliteration, repetition, and onomatopoeia all come together to create specific effects on words and phrases in Melville´s works. The way Melville used parallel structure, malapropisms, and long, drawn out sentences reveals the variety of ways he has structured certain stories throughout his career. The rhetorical strategies used by Herman Melville are what made him the great Renaissance writer he was.

…What Daisy? No, a bad lie got me out in the final, weren’t you watching?

if law enforcement is contacted, they wont be able to get to the location of

And I've always known that you'd never care, but I'll be honest this is an all time low

The police were on a manhunt for hours. Finally on June 17th the police

Wolfsheim, a man over embellished by rings and lavish attire. He leans forward to address a young wide eyed Gatsby. Gatsby leans in and follows Woldsheim’s story of his tough childhood in Manhattan. Wolfsheim blight was being the son of an abusive business man and that he knew nothing better than a life of physical and emotional abuse.

For the first time in my life i dreaded walking into this dear courtroom. It brings great sorrow to see the hopeful look in Tom’s eyes. For I know he will never be deemed innocent, simply because of the color of his skin. No matter how innocent he is. I feel as if there is this weight setting on my shoulders, like a weight that will never be lifted. If Tom Robinson is deemed guilty, it will be solely my fault. I know deep down in my heart that Tom will never be set free, yet I still fight with every single breath of me. Tom is counting on me, and I will not let him down.

I sat frozen, as I couldn’t escape reality. However, the truth managed to all because of something I’m unable to control Feeling like an infant who is drowning as the only thing that can save me is a buoy thrown by another man. For if he does not exist, I am someone who can’t speak language.

Hawthorne could feel her arousal through the thin fabric of her dress, and panties she wore underneath. His body pressed to hers, with the whip between her thighs, and his palm against her. His eyes glowed with lust, and the direction which slipped from his mouth was uttered in a guttural, breathless whisper. His need to see her naked, to touch and spank and flog her was as great, if not greater, than her own. "Bend over, and remove the dress." His free hand hooked into her hair, as stared directly at her gorgeous face, unblinking, expecting her to acquiesce to his demand. That's what she desired wasn't it; what she'd asked for, and wanted from the moment she'd discovered the X on the wall?

I am writing to you on the behalf of the terrible accident that happened the other day with me and your darling son Theodore. I just wanted to clear this up for you, so you don’t have to report it to the state generals office. Here is what actually happened...

It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.

I see Jem and scout pass by my house most days when they are going in to town or school, the will occasionally say hi to me. They would have to be the rudest children I’ve ever meet, they don’t respect their father by calling him Atticus instead of dad. I’m a very unwell old laddie and when they come past my house making noise it makes it hard to get rest so I always have to snap at them, their father Atticus Finch is a lawyer for the town, After his wife died his children where left to go wild and he cant control them so when they pass my house I try put them back in line.

“The gun is too old, it’s going to misfire,” mused Stanley as he fingered the trigger of his pistol. It was a small and weak gun that had been in his possession for many years. “I’m too nervous, I won’t be able to pull the trigger, let alone aim this thing,” he thought to himself in horror, his apprehension wreaking havoc on his nerves.

Progress is key to living life, but if one is advancing through life with the motivation of revenge, then, in actuality, he or she is truly regressing. Revenge is an extremely corruptive trait. It causes people to do uncharacteristic things that normally would not be done. The perception of right and wrong is blurred and one takes inadvertent actions that may cost friendships, possessions, and even lives. Revenge is often a major motivating factor in the characters that are in the works written during the Dark Romanticism period. One of the most celebrated and influential American authors in history, Herman Melville, was born on August 1, 1819; his reputation was not quite