The Styles Of Mirza Abu Taleb Khan And Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Everyone's New York experience has its differences and similarities. In “Growing up Unrented on the Lower East Side” by Edmund Berrigan and “Here is New York” by E.B White two stories that tell the audiences each of the author's encounters and what they observe living in New York. In White’s journal, he talks about New York as a whole and what it’s like to live in New York. On the other hand, Berrigan speaks about what his childhood was like living in New York. White and Berrigan both lived in New York their entire life. There are many similarities shown in these journals, both authors grew among some very famous people and they both felt the solitude New York offers. However, E.B White didn't feel satisfied with the kind of life he was living in New York while Edmund Berrigan seemed to take life in New York for what it is without complaints.

As soon as I stepped off the airplane all I could think was, “what on Earth did I get myself into?” This place was hotter than hell and full of people buzzing around speaking a language beyond foreign to me. It was absolutely nothing like what I was expecting to see. Everyday we had the same schedule; we would play basketball against the local teens and after the games we would give the

In my early years, I hadn't given much thought to the depth of this city, only knowing bits and pieces of the puzzle that I was trying to put together in my head. However, as the years went by, I grew accustomed to the city, its people, and its ways. This city influenced and shaped my persona into the individual I am today. This city taught me a great deal of what

The short story of ‘Martha, Martha’ (2005) is able to illustrate the theme of ‘cultural encounters’ by following the life of Martha Penk. The timescale of the plot is assumed to be pinpointed to the aftermath of the September 11th attacks in 2001, although, this is not mentioned directly; we are able to see subtle hints throughout the book. We are also able to conceive brief clues on how society has developed in terms of cross-cultural behaviours between the public. This essay looks at how Smith is able to convey cultural encounters through the usage of tone, verbal communication and performance of individual characters in her work.

The settings occur very beautiful and the atmosphere is described as romantic and idyllic. King first illustrates New York as a lovely and safe place with open and bright streets with joyful people.

An opportunity arose to visit the city of my dreams. My school’s basketball team was participating in a tournament at Yeshiva University, and my friend Zach had an apartment that we could stay in nearby in Washington Heights. My parents were skeptical at first, because they were concerned with the safety of Washington Heights. I eventually persuaded them to let me stay with Zach, when my uncle Rich volunteered to backstop my trip. I began to contact my uncle Rich who lives in the Upper East Side of New York, to see if he had any advice on what to do while in New York. He worked together with me to brainstorm ideas of how to maximize my trip. I tried to get Zach involved with the planning but he became overwhelmed, and preferred to live by the play it by ear mentality. After a few weeks of planning with Rich, it came time to board the plane in West Palm Beach. Zach and I sat next to a girl who was a native New Yorker. I asked her “what do you do for fun in New York.” She responded by saying “ the best part of New York is getting lost.” I thought that she had an interesting response, but I didn’t plan on getting lost.

The unkind culture of New York was irrelevant while he was in awe of the snow and towering buildings. The pure white snow gave off a new and exciting feeling for their new home and opportunities waiting for them. As he and his

New York city, as the boys arrived they could see all the people that filled the streets, young women with bobbed hair, dressed in short skirts, drinking, smoking and saying what might be termed as “unladylike” things. Many lights and advertisements. They could also hear these beautiful sounds coming from speakeasies.

The intended audience of Humans of New York: Stories is quite broad, as it is aimed towards adults of all ages, backgrounds and outlooks. The purpose of HoNY:S is to highlight the importance of all types of people, so any reader may be able to relate to one person in the text, or at least be able to appreciate the magic of their lives. The majority of people interviewed are those who would be considered average, everyday American citizens, providing another reason that this text would be considered applicable to anyone who may come across these stories. The author’s use of emotional quotes from his volunteers is what makes a reader desire to continue to the next page. As a society, we take pleasure in feeling involved in others’ lives. For example, reality television has been increasingly gaining popularity, due to the fact that we find interest in finding similarities in the lives of people that we do not

Hot and humid weather, hurricanes, Mississippi river, jazz, delicious food, famous vacation place, and relatively high proportion of black people. These are all that I’d heard about New Orleans before I came to this city. A month has passed since I arrived to New Orleans, and I experienced more than I’d knew. But still, although I was aware of the fact that what I had experienced until now are not everything about New Orleans, I was surprised when I learned about the new aspects of New Orleans through the service work, class, and the lecture of guest speaker.

The essay begins with a short description of the writer’s own experience when she arrived in New York, from the bustling in the crowded streets, to the impersonal existence in her apartment, as she knows none of her neighbors and can only speculate who they are and what they are doing by the sounds they’re making. She moves on to giving several examples of how New Yorkers react with apathy when in crowds, even when something utterly absurd happens, like a woman wearing only her bathrobe on the bus exclaims that she must have forgotten her token in

In the opening paragraphs of James Joyce's short story, "Araby," the setting takes center stage to the narrator. Joyce tends carefully to the exquisite detail of personifying his setting, so that the narrator's emotions may be enhanced. To create a genuine sense of mood, and reality, Joyce uses many techniques such as first person narration, style of prose, imagery, and most of all setting. The setting of a short story is vital to the development of character.

The start of Lucy’s journey of introspection begins when Lucy arrives in Italy and is the stereotypical English tourist. The conventional English tourist does not care to learn about the foreign people, but he or she is infatuated with the country’s past history and art. The art and history of a country are alluring and disassociate from the stark reality that the people of the country represent. Forster resents the stereotypical English tourist from an early age when travelling with his mother to Italy. Forster conveys his distaste in A Room with a View in two methods. First, he translates “the lack of view [of Lucy and Charlotte’s initial room] as symptomatic of the [English] cultural narrow mindedness” (Sampaio 900). Both Lucy and Charlotte are arrogant when

The sounds of the city penetrated the walls of the cab as we drove through the streets of Manhattan. I could hardly wait to partake in the action that was happening outside. The buildings themselves were an amazing site to behold. The buildings took on personalities of their own. Each building was bigger and more graceful than the next. When lights were added to the mix it was a dazzling combination. The city itself felt like a great big hug, and I felt overwhelmed by its power. The city allowed me to become part of it just like many others many years ago who immigrated to this awesome city. As I was looking out of the cab I finally got to see in person the sight of all sights; Times Square. The main juncture of

Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street level, and I supposed I liked the city, so long as I did not breathe in too deeply. I tried to appreciate nicer aspects of the busy city, but where I really wanted to be, was hiking somewhere in the mountains.