Monologue Of John Galt

Authors Note: This Chapters kind of like a Introduction, but I plan for the other chapters to be longer.

I know it's been a while so I have a lot to talk about. There has been so much going on from John Proctor, to Betty, to my parents. I wish everything would just work out how it’s suppose to, but everyone keeps messing it up! I keep getting flashbacks from seeing my parents being killed beside me. It haunts me. I don't really put my faith and love into anyone anymore because of that. But, for some reason I cant help feeling this way towards John Proctor. I miss him every second I am not with him. Whenever i'm in my room I feel like he's outside looking up at my window waiting for me. I know he loves me but he just cant admit it anymore? I'm scared he's pulling away. I love him so much and I need him. We are soul mates and are meant to be together

“Philadelphia Fire laments the impossibility of attaining this ideal in late twentieth-century urban America.” Start with the investigation of escaped orphan from the fire, Cudjoe, the protagonist of the novel revealed a decayed city. The narrative of this book is highly fragmented, especially in Part II, Wildman merged Cudjoe and himself to one narrator. In Part III, Wildman even created a mysterious character, J.B, to represent all the people saw the degeneration/fire. Through this way, Wildman generalized the narrations of different people in different time, elaborating personal experience to a phenomenon of a community. The book sank in a sense of despair and confusion. From Cudjoe to Philadelphia, everyone, every group and every community was stuck between the ideology of dream city and complicated reality. Hovering around the crossroad of past and future, People rot in the dissatisfaction of the current situation yet find no way to revive. Why couldn’t people jump out of the dilemma? What repressed the revolution for better life over and over again? Is the decay of this city in the story irresistible? Throughout the analysis of specific events and narrations in the book, we could categorize the causes of the degeneration to two sections: The conflict between ideology and needs to sustain the reality, and distribution of authority. With the compromise of these undesired situation, the deterioration dissolved in the root of the city, causing the irresistible decay.

The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive bombs are dropped. Again. Again. Again. Just like dust caught in a sunbeam, the ash swirls a slow descent. The air pulls in. Pauses. Pressure building. The blood in your veins almost recoils, your brain bruised in your skull. A moment of vertigo. Then nothing but noise. Loud. Angry. Ringing. And pain, so much pain. Screams rise, the crescendo approaches. Hellfire rips through the buildings, the sky, the people, your heart. This city is a firestorm.

Speaker 2: “I’m sorry, ____, but I have to say that I don’t particularly agree with what you believe Fitzgerald was trying to tell his readers. Your view seems to be with the more… uninformed masses; the audience is clearly positioned to believe that the pursuit of the American Dream is futile. Now, I absolutely adored the Great Gatsby, I think that it has to be one of the best novels to come out of this time. To me, it is obvious that the American Dream is elusive, due to a flawed social system and the corruption that dominated the time. These are both most obviously seen in Gatsby’s status and how he acquired his wealth, although almost all the characters in this novel are representations of the same.

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 need some advice about my family situations and how I can deal with the problem that i have about loving who. I love 2 people but I don’t know which one is better for me. Their names are jamarcus, he's a montague and Isaac, he is Capulet. My Nurse, well you see I don’t want her to know about these boys because I’m afraid that she will spread rumors to everyone in this town.

I gaze up at the golden moon. It is rare to see a night like this. Perhaps I should continue moving. It would be foolish for me to stop here.

Well I’ll probably never get the pleasure to meet the majority of you lot due to me having to leave because of certain circumstances so why don’t I just tell you what I’m like now instead. I mentioned that I liked the color burgundy because it is a mixture of black and red. Now some of you may be thinking why that even matters and so I’ll tell you why. Those traits that go with those two colors remind me of myself. How, you may ask, I’ll also be getting to that. Now my past isn’t something I’m proud of, but it has defined who I am as a person so to judge me or not won’t change my personality. Well, let’s begin, shall we?

Everything seemd hopeless. This was impossible for humans to fix or cure, the fire was too out of control. There was only one thing that could tame is massive beast; rain. At 11 o’clock Monday night the sky began to rain. A light drizzle at first, but as the night went on, the rain became harder. Things were looking up for the buring city of Chicago. It continued to rain the rest of Monday night. Finally, in the dim light of Tuesday, the fire stopped.

Returning from his party that Saturday, my thoughts began to wander to him, Jay Gatsby… A name that I had once held dearer than any other. He was my solider, but quickly becoming lost in the war, I failed to keep what we once had. I was oblivious to whether he would even return alive let alone make something of himself as he has done now. I was always encouraged to marry into, as my mother would describe “illustrious families”. I was never really given any other option or objective to strive for. Tom seemingly ticked every box that was ever created for someone like me, and as it happened, for a moment in time it appeared perfect. I would be lying if I said that I never loved him. We have shared dear, dear moments, heartwarming and precious. However, I have concluded; all that is good must come to an end, and quickly Tom began to stray from the vows that we once spoke. In many ways, his morals began to slowly deteriorate. But still, despite Tom’s infidelity, the style of my life continues to bubble with prosperity like the champagne spilt most nights. Affluence, influence, freedom.

The next morning I woke up and prepared myself for the day to come quickly. I felt that something important was about to happen, but I didn’t know what was going to happen or when it would happen. I hustled over to Gatsby’s place to check on him and found Gatsby conferring with two officers. One of the officers seemed to be putting Gatsby in handcuffs. “ Hey old sport, “ said Gatsby greeting me with a tentative smile.” This is officer Dan and the one putting me in handcuffs is Officer Pete.”

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

Picture England in the Victorian era, living as a wealthy member of the upper class of society. This is how and when Francis Galton lived when he formulated his theories and coined the term nature vs. nurture. The Victorian era was a time of peace and prosperity for England and one of the highest points of England’s power not only domestically but across the entire British Empire. This was a time of industrialization for the country and its widespread influence resulted in great economic growth. This was also one of the largest booms in the population with the country more than doubling its population in 70 years and growing the middle class within the social hierarchy (Hoppen, 1998). The overall mood of the era was one of straight-laced, proper behavior. Literature and the fine arts suffered but scientific research and industrial achievements were praised and encouraged (Hoppen, 1998). This context of the time period is important to consider while looking into Galton’s research. Although some of his theories and work may be inaccurate by what we know today, for his time, his efforts are groundbreaking.

The city street was barren upon the arrival of the Pantheon. For Peryn, it was odd to not hear the chatter from the people and their motors’ roaring, or the scent of burning street food. In fact, it felt so much like a ghost town that it scared her. Yet, the resolute