Pigeoneye Dialectical Journal

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” “In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.” “All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy,” This significant quote from Brave New World had moved innumerable readers’ heart, so do I. Exaggeration? No. It’s the satire to the false meaning of the universal happiness, and it’s this quote which made me had rethink what do I really want and the way of living I want to choose. Because the deep influence and rumination brought by the book, I would like to say

1. I would put myself in the place of the man on the horse he looks like he could be the leader, so the leader.

1. A large amount of construction and building work was going on in the city. Unfortunately for the people, construction meant delays, but all for a good end result. “Construction delays elsewhere on the grounds were especially frustrating” (pg 167) Chicago is booming with new buildings and constructions sights everywhere. This quote shows the work of construction that is all over the city.

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

Though she is weak, she struggles. I whisper soothing words to her as I carry her through the woods; if only she could understand that no harm will come to her by my hand. When she goes still, my heart twists in my chest. She has not left this world, I realize, but is staring at me with an intensity that makes the heat of fire seem dull. This is the first day that I have ever held a life in my arms, and it shakes me. Her soul is laid bare before my eyes, and I wish to shelter it from the snowfall. She does not see this, and though my words may be futile, they carry weight.

She turned to stare at him. “Things are different now, Storm. Now we go to war. Every year there's a new war. We're not defending our country. We're just killing people. And getting ourselves killed and you got to ask why? What for?” She took a breath. “Alright. Tell me why you want to join.”

Suddenly his stomach lurched. Bending over, he dry heaved in a pile of crumpled leaves; his hawk temporary taking flight. Rising, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He was bone weary. In desperate need of somewhere away from the madness, he searched for a place to rest his body, heart, and soul; a place to deaden the day’s deeds, a quiet place to escape into the world of sweet dreams.

"Big sis's! Come here the bad guys are dead so why don't we feast on them before the reinforcements arrive." Erza had gotten up and walked cautiously to her

Encompassing him were what looked like hundreds of oily, pitch black ravens angling their heads towards him like he was their next meal. Boden gawked at them as he slowly retreated to the edge of the clearing towards the lanky trees, but the ravens perceived this and all as one went screaming through the air towards him. “Skwah! Cah cah! Skwah!” the birds screeched at Boden sounding like a thousand cats dragging their claws down a blackboard. And then, like a cloud swirling feathers and jabbing beaks, the birds rocketed towards Boden. They poked and prodded at him with their monstrous, yellow tinted beaks pecking at anything they could. Boden staggered around, blinded from the birds that encompassed him in their tornado of fringe, fumbling for anything he could use to get the birds to distance themselves from him. As Boden lurched around with one arm desperately swatting at the birds and the other extended in front of him searching this barren land for something, anything, that could help him get away from this atrocious throng of birds his foot tripped on a piece of uprooted dirt and tumbled down to the ground and felt his scratched face land into a puddle of water that calmed him enough to remind him that he could “meanwhile’ out of this detestable place. So, with ambition to get out of this horrid place he stuck his finger into the puddle, swathed it on the bottom of the puddle to get some mud and

“So how is this supposed to help me again?” [Name] drawled, her eyes slowly detaching from the giant bird towering above her and locking on Genos.

She looked up at Kialsi's ears, then down at her tail, she seemed to be hyperventilating, before she turned and ran off into the night. Kialsi frowned. Huh. She shrugged and then turned to Leon, kneeling down next to him. [color=#964B00]"You need to be careful."[/color] She scolded, [color=#964B00]"I know that as a brigade you don't usually go to many different worlds, but things are different right now. You need to stay calm and consider where you are before running off." [/color]She helped him pick up the fish and broken wood. As Kialsi knelt there next to the red head she suddenly realized what that thick scent was. It was the smell of blood. Her stomach lurched as she looked up, suddenly pale, before she gave a hard shake of her head. This place had blood rituals, she should have expected to smell blood here. But the crude scent was pushing memories into her, Kialsi did her best to keep her hands from shaking as she stood and put the fish onto the

This shows us to what extent she is ready to go to achieve her goal. She also tries to convince the antelope that they shouldn’t hold hatred towards each other, especially when “liberation is within our reach” (Vaughan n.p.). Her internal goal, which is of most importance to her, is to feel free and

The next morning she woke to the song of birds in the woods after a fitful sleep of disturbing dreams. A white gauzy mist had risen from the creek and hung in the air around the camp. Conesteago came to where she was and untied her arms from the pole across her back. She flexed and stretched them to try to ease the aches and tightness of being tied like that for the night. Ina picked up Christopher who was now awake, and carried him back to the lean-to camp. In a hoarse whisper she anxiously asked Amelia, as soon as she saw her, if she was alright. Amelia had slept a little she said, but she had been very cold too because her clothes also had not dried. Conesteago and Shomachsom hadn't started a campfire last night, but instead alternated watches

Aizen rested his head against his lightly curled fist, “No, if my people need to blow off a bit of steam then who am I to stop them? Besides this may be a chance to give Soul Society a taste of what my army can do.”

Kieron looked incredulous. "What?! The naries can go take care of themselves. How do you that we won't be the ones getting killed? That pinhead threatened me in the forest."