Monologue Of John Galt

In the eyes of Dagny Taggart, Vice-President in charge of operations at Taggart Transcontinental Railroad, John Galt is worthless. The simple thought of his name brings out a bitter taste in her mouth. She thinks he is an empty shell of man who is below even the lowest of criminals. Taggart may as well call John Galt an "it" because he is not worth being called a human being, at the time.

The lights of the town were veiled in darkness, a mere inverted shadow amidst the gloom of the night. Distant thunderings, as those brought to mind with Dies Irae or the distant chattering of a great blaze could be heard, drawing nigh upon the trembling hands of the people frantically seeking a shade for the lights that would soon propagate should their brilliance stretch to the skies, but found difficulty locating even their hands at arm’s length, due to the cloud over the town, in the streets, as real and thick as the blanket of golden and crimson extending toward the town at a propeller’s rate, silencing the natural beauty of the countryside amid the sounds of death and destruction.

As the narrator, the audience gets a deep insight into how Nick feels about Gatsby. Nick views Gatsby as an admirable figure, and thinks that Gatsby’s capacity to dream makes him “great.” Nick illustrates how, “...Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island sprang from his platonic conception of himself. He was a Son of God. A phrase which means anything means just that.” Plato was a Greek philosopher who created the idealism that every person aspires to some perfect or vastly superior form of itself. Therefore, when Nick refers to “platonic conception,” he is describing how Gatsby created himself based on envisions of his fondest dreams. Born into a poor farming family in North Dakota James Gatz always had a dream to belong in the upper class of

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

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.

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.

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

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.

In the “Valley of Ashes” passage, from The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald uses several rhetorical techniques to convey meaning and add further substance to his writing.

“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.

It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of

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

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

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.