The Power of Interior Monologues in War and Peace Essay examples

In John Knowle’s A Separate Peace, symbols are used to develop and advance the themes of the novel. One theme is the lack of an awareness of the real world among the students who attend the Devon Academy. The war is a symbol of the "real world", from which the boys exclude themselves. It is as if the boys are in their own little world or bubble secluded from the outside world and everyone else. Along with their friends, Gene and Finny play games and joke about the war instead of taking it seriously and preparing for it. Finny organizes the Winter Carnival, invents the game of Blitz Ball, and encourages his friends to have a snowball fight. When Gene looks back on that day of the Winter Carnival, he says, "---it was this

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

I lived through the end of the world. Quite the conversation starter isn’t it? It came fast and quickly, wiping the human race out in huge numbers. It snuck up on us like a dark shadow and no one saw it coming. Most people reading this would think that aliens invaded, or a huge disease spread throughout the world and knocked us all out. As cool as that would’ve been i have to admit, that's not what happened at all. We ended from our own destruction.

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

“Stubborn and arrogant, Tolstoy refused to ally himself with any particular intellectual school of thought. Declaring himself an anarchist, he made off to Paris in 1857” (“Leo Tolstoy”).

I stood at the very rock where she had last lied. Her putrid string of words interfering with my line of sight. I had only met her days back, however, I had felt I had known her for eternity. A constant pressure of darkness looming over my back.

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

The heavy mint cream white fog pours into the room from all sides near and far. In the foreground I can see brilliant cherry red and lime green laser lights flood the room. The four strobe lights positioned behind me are all scintillating a pearl white, in a synchronized pattern. Hundreds of people all sitting out in front of us fill the whole room. The giant vermillion and charcoal colored stage curtains hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor on the stage right in front of us. Then the giant curtain splits in half both ends quickly accelerating left and right.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

     During World War II in the struggle for peace among nations comes a smaller, but still significant struggle, in a prep school boy becoming a man and waking up to reality.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

At the start of April my oldest son John became very ill with what the doctor said was Smallpox. No one knows who had the disease first but my son was sent with the other infected people to the end of the wagon trail to be quarantined. That sunday many of us prayed for the sick as I would ask God to give my son the strength to fight off this disease and bring him back to me safely and better than he was before. I wrote to John every day as that would be the only way the families of the sick could speak to their loved ones to not risk spreading the disease more, in his letters he spoke of many people with blisters as big as a young child’s hand and that he felt the longer he was with these sick people the more his health began to decline. During

the first time that I see John Henry, I thought that he will be good steel driving, and I was right. He always demostrated a strange love for is hammer, maybe he had a obsession, I don't know, nobody understand his love to the hammer. John Henry said something that I will never forget it; "A mans a man but a machine ain't nothing but a machine." John Henry swung his hammer and it sang against the dril, he just paid attention on his hammer, I was nervous, John Henry asked me all the time how are we doing; and then he taked two hammers, well...That was crazy! One hour later I told him that the machine's drill broken, that they ave to take time to fix up a new one. When I asked him how he felt, he answer me; "I'm feeling like sunrise." He was