The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

Response: This quote characterizes Tom as a man who takes pride in what others think of him and his family. Even though he will probably never see the truck driver again, Tom feels the need to clarify that both he and his father are literate. Although it would appear that he and his father are not close because they haven't exchanged letters, Tom is quick to defend his father so he must care for him.

Recently I was asked for a bedtime because *someone* couldn’t sleep, so I told a story where Nick and Harry are lying awake in bed, too.

The party ended up not being the complete disaster, I was expecting. I managed to divert most of the inconvenient questions, giving my nice fake smile and saying everything was fine. The girls noticed my hair and went all night, telling me how beautiful I am as a redhead, and that I should have painted that color a long time ago, as I always said I wanted. I didn’t tell them it's been a year or so that I am not a brunette anymore.

Raskolnikov speaks this quote when he confesses to Sonia. It is significant because it shows he has realized he is not one of the extraordinary men he theorized about. “The devil,” or perhaps foolishness and pride, caused him to murder, and through his guilt he now knows he is not above morality or the law. Raskolnikov also claims that if he were extraordinary, he would not have come to Sonia in anguish. This quote proves he has seen the failure of his own theory.

Ex 1: Twain emphasizes the segregation between blacks and whites. Although there was lots of segregation present in this time period, he made it more prominent by using the N-Word and making remarks about the color of Jim’s skin in order to classify white and black and separate the two distinctly.

1. The narrator is in the mountains, because the narrator wanted quiet isolation to do some writing.

Turning a corner, Tom slowed his pace as he approached his apartment building. Although he longed for the comfort of his home, the thought of facing Booker filled him with dread, the psychological burden weighing him down. Consequently, he purposely dragged his feet, delaying the confrontation and the inevitable argument. He’d reacted badly to the news of Booker's tape, and his guilt hung like a noose around his neck, waiting for the moment his mind yanked at the metaphorical rope, and the painful castigation crushed his airway. But while his remorse was real, his jealousy was a far bigger beast, a raging fire-breathing monster that easily dominated all other emotion. It was a deep-seated sensation that encompassed feelings of fear, rage, and

“I forgot. Your mother was in your study the night I invited them for dinner. She came in here to have a talk with you. You were slightly incapacitated, at the time, I believe.”

With that she leaned forward as James knelt behind her. Dmitry reached inside her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He tossed the oil to James so he could apply it to his dick.

This part of the essay puzzled me when I was reading it because the writer was encouraging people to forget their dreams. I felt that the writer was encouraging people to burn out those dreams, like people get rid of their old and useless junk in the attic. This made no sense to me as I was reading this passage because I felt that it contradicted what the writer had talked about earlier. I am guessing that he is saying that we should repress our memories so it would come back eventually, instead of expressing those memories and possibly forgetting those memories for the rest of their lives. In the next paragraph, the writer explained why he wrote this passage. The writer wanted people to get a knack for developing ideas randomly, that ideas

“C’mon, back to work,” Sam jumps up and holds out his hand to help me up. I always wondered how he knows what I’m thinking. I grab for his hand and say thanks before taking his empty bottle and mine to the makeshift garbage

I sighed and scooped my backpack off the counter. I walked past him without saying anything and left the front door open behind me for him to follow. He came out, slid into the driver’s seat, and started driving to school before saying anything more.

Someone taps my shoulder gently, and I scribble my notes furiously so I can be done when I turn around. I cautiously look up at the front of the room, and the

“I’m going to kill him." Alex punched the locker next to mine. “I thought it was abundantly clear when I brought you back home last night that you needed to stay home today. Did I actually need to spell it out for him?”

Grabbing her arm he pulls her behind him; eventually unable to keep up with his long strides, she falls to the ground. Scratching and cutting her legs as she is drug through rock and debris, she bites her lip trying not to cry. The burning sensation in her arm is intense; afraid it will break she cries out, “Please, stop.” Looking back, his face pales at her disheveled appearance and bleeding legs. Bending down he picks her up and cradles her in his arms. “Where are you taking me?”