Short Summary : ' The Cold Pillow ' Essay

The short story, “Winter Dreams”, by F. Scott Fitzgerald holds lasting impact today, mainly for the author’s ability to weave love, desire, emotion, and the moral fiber of an individual into a story. The underlying theme is centered on how charisma can drives a person to lose sight of their true goal in life, thereby finding pleasure in selfish gain which results in eventual loss. I will develop an analysis of characterization and theme in this famed short story that is as relevant today as it was when it was written in 1922.

Fitzgerald Scott, the writer of the thrilling short story “Winter Dreams,” focus on Dexter Green who at the age of 14 years has resolved to follow his winter dream; pursuing Judy Jones’ wealthy world. Accordingly, Green adopts riches from his father and expands it to become a rich profile at the age of 27 years, an aspect that shapes his path of achieving his dream. Green borrows money after his college life to start a laundry job, which he anticipates to give him some real money. However, Green’s wealth-search is materialistic motivated to enable him hang out with the wealthy families in the Sherry Island. Green and Judy have bumped into each other several times in which they appear to be in love and strengthen their passion; the path to his Winter Dream (Fitzgerald, 2007).

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

“The bad sleep well.” This quote is actually the name of a 1960’s Japanese film directed by the world renowned director Akira Kurosawa. There isn’t much to say about the movie, but it has a key role in the 2005 Pulitzer Prize winner for Drama play Doubt: A Parable. Out of all of the places that the author John Patrick Shanley puts this quote is right at the first page before chapter one and after the preface with two other quotes. The location of the quote and what the quotes say give the reader questions and what happened and maybe foreshadowing what will come in the book.

His 18 years of life crossed his eyes instantly. He started to become nervous and insecure gradually as the airplane was elevating in the air, and he was afraid that the airplane might drop. He could hear the wheels rolling on the ground loudly and it was unpleasant to him. Fernando’s body was reacting. He felt compressed in his chest that his lung was too large for his chest, so he had trouble of breathing, and his heart was pounding rapidly against his rib cage. During the trip, the airplane met a turbulence, so he began to feel more anxious and fearful. He felt that everything in his body wanted to leave him. His blood pressure increased, so he became agitated. Soon he started to feel dizzy and light headed. He was about to lose control of his body; therefore, he grabbed the seat handles tightly and pressed his feet intensely against the floor to prevent his body from shaking. Meanwhile, he was being extremely quiet, and all he heard were the turbulence, his heart beat and heavy breathing. As Fernando described, the ocean view out of the window was beautiful, yet he could not enjoy looking at it at all.

Craig Thompson’s Blankets weaves the image of blankets with abuse, neglect, romance, and self-discovery. As a child, Thompson and his brother, Phil, share the same cramped bed and blanket. During the cold winter nights, a blanket provides warmth and comfort. In contrast, during the scorching summer nights, blankets become undesirable and cast-off. The significance of blankets is interlaced with punishment in the Thompson home; a consequence for misbehavior, is lodging in a dark cubbyhole without the coziness of a blanket.

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald’s short story, “Winter Dreams” parallels his own life, illustrating one mans failed American dream regarding love for an unconventional young woman in the 1920’s. Fitzgerald introduces a new type of woman known as the flapper that defies the conventional gender roles in early 1900’s America. Judy, the flapper and antagonist of “Winter Dreams” pushes Dexter Green to the edge of destruction. The story demonstrates the power one woman can have on the lives of one or more men. Fitzgerald uses his works of fiction, including “Winter Dreams” as a loose autobiography by outlining his failed American dream of wealth and love with the life of Dexter Green.

I cried as the plane took off, and I squeezed my sister's hand tightly, as if that was going to help the plane stay in the sky. As soon as the plane reached 32,000 feet, I felt as if weight had been lifted off my shoulder, and I knew God was watching over me. As soon as the mission team and I stepped on to the White Dove farm, where we were staying, we felt the presence of God all around us. The farm felt peaceful, and felt as if we were protected from the dangers lurking outside the gate. We all unpacked and settled down into our beds. Before I went to bed I prayed to God and thanked him for allowing me to face my fear of the small plane ride to

Kara rolls over in bed, sighing gently into the luxury of Lena’s cotton sheets. She was still not used to their softness, despite having spent the night in them multiple times. They smell of freshness, likely from the detergent Lena uses, and faintly of the Luthor. Though she might be the only one able to perceive that. Kara takes another deep breath that turns into a hiss when she feels two freezing feet sneak their way under her calves.

As we learned in lecture, the Japanese people, including their most elite, were viewed as submissive to the Chinese Imperial Court. We can infer this from the fact that the Chinese rulers were titled Emperors whilst the Japanese rulers were titled the lower Kings. In the Japanese Imperial Family's quest to legitimize their rule and prove their divinity with the heavens, the Japanese mythos, compiled in the Kojiki, was created. The extensive history doesn’t just explain the Yamato Emperor’s divinity though; the Record of Ancient Matters also details how many of the cultures, customs, and beliefs of the Japanese people came about. When reading Sei Shonagon’s The Pillow Book, many of these customs and beliefs are mentioned again, demonstrating

For excavated desires, so much zest. To develop a project, boost improvements, improve the progress. No, it is not about an ideal, this is past, whatever comes, does so and it is now. It is not about that; for the benefit of corporations or persons, for both, if it is possible. Only desires. It is not supposed to ring, and it rings, already. He thinks he is alone. A pleonastic loneliness such as the one of a boy. Warms up one hand inside the underpants, hushes the mouth by clinging it to the warmness of the pillow. With some sadness, the dream. Objective, such as the prisons, the mysteries that suffocate. Infinite, the nightmares release, wakes one up. Over the seconds, it rings, rings, still preventing, this, the sleep. Buried, unburying oneself.

My stomach wasn’t growling at me anymore, and my family was in a better mood. This was until we got on the back roads. I tried to withstand the bumps from the road, but they never seemed to go away. Trying to ignore the bumps as much as I could, I stared out the window. I was in complete shock! Staring back at me was the broad and fascinating mountains of Colorado. The large white cap mountains were one of the best things I had seen in my life. Also, there were mountain sides full of green trees and wildlife. I felt as if I could stare at these for hours, but that was not the case. After around 15 more minutes of staring at the mountains, I was feeling sleepy again. I rested my head on the black headrest behind me in anticipation of being able to sleep until our final destination was

I woke up from my nap when I felt a light tap on my shoulder by my brother, Alex. He told me that it was time for the plane to begin its descent so I gathered my belongings and adjusted my seat until it was upright. As the airplane began to descend, I was filled with excitement and enthusiasm. I could feel so much energy rush through my veins as my ears popped and I finally heard the flight attendant say, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Singapore Changi Airport!”