Thomas Holmes

Sherlock Holmes is known as the World’s Greatest Detective; however, Irene Alder may just be the only person, male or female, that has ever defeated Holmes’ thinking machine of a brain. In his short story, “A Scandal in Bohemia,” Sir Arthur Conan Doyle challenges traditional social perceptions and gender assumptions toward British women in the 1890’s by creating tension with his characterization of female antagonist, Irene Alder, as a powerful intellectual equal to male protagonist, Sherlock Holmes. Irene, or The Woman, as she is known in future Sherlock Holmes stories, is a surprisingly full character with a quick wit and amazingly sharp manipulation skills. She is characterized as a elegant and talented opera singer from New Jersey living

In Thomas Hariot’s, “A Brief and True Report of the Newfound Land of Virginia,” he explains his personal experiences with the Native Americans on Roanoke and interactions he had with them. Hariot talks about how John White and he get along with the natives due to their adventurous characteristics. They explored all of Roanoke and even beyond it. They made maps of the island, paintings, drawings, and scientific notes. Hariot describes the many different resources that are on the island. One being wine, “There are two kinds of grapes that the soile doth yeeld naturally: the one is small and sowre of the ordinarie bignesse as ours in England: the other farre greater & of himselfe iushious sweet. When they are plãted and husbandeg as they ought, a principall commoditie of wines by them may be raised.” Another being pearle, he explains, “Sometimes in feeding on muscles wee founde some pearle; but it was our hap to meete with ragges, or of a pide colour; not hauing yet discouered those.” The other colonists that came along with Hariot did not get along with the

Frankie, the black, white and tan cat, was sick when she was brought to a shelter with her mother and two

In Thomas Mappes essay, “Sexual Morality and the Concept of Using Another Person,” the idea of voluntary informed consent in sexual activity is evaluated through several scenarios which display the principle of humanity. Despite an in-depth analysis of informed consent and its relationship to sexual mortality, Mappes, fails to address the issue of sexual harassment.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to have the perfect friend, or at least a near perfect friend? If I had to chose any friend to describe as the “perfect friend”, I’d have to chose Trevor Santos. It would be interesting to be a friend of Trevor from the novel Forever for a Year, by B.T. Gottfred for many reasons. First, Trevor is very caring. He cared about his first love and girlfriend Carolina very much, and always made sure she was happy. He also always cared about his younger sister Lily and protected her at all costs. Second, he is funny. To be my friend, you will have to be somewhat humorous. He always has something funny to say that will make his family and friends laugh. Third, he is a gentleman. He is one of the kinds of guys that respect the

Curiosity, has been “killing the cat” for ages now — or so it is believed. Despite this commonly accepted cliché, curiosity has not been killing the cat. Through the cat’s curiosity, no matter what he or she may be curious about, the cat has been living. With each of his nine lives lost, the cat gains an incredible experience. Alastair Reid plays upon this concept of the cat teeter-tottering between life and death in his poem “Curiosity.”

World War one is known for many things writers, leaders, numbers of troops, battles, etc... but poets are another thing that some people find important about the war. There were 25 poets during World War one and three of them are Wilfred Owen, Edward Thomas and Rupert Brooke.

the story everything will be ok by James Howe cared for the kitten because, he brought it home. A way that i mean that is it had puss out of its eye, barely any fur, wood chips in the little chunks of fur he had and boogers in its nose. That shows that he cared for it and wanted it to be alive. So he took it home and cared for it in the little time he could. But of course

He drove to the store to pick up everyday supplies for cats: the bowls and food, the litter box, some toys two collars and a bed. Once he was home, he hung his hat up on the wall and collapsed on the couch. The two kittens meowed furiously; as if they were demanding to know where they were. Two minutes later, his two bratty daughters came inside. They had just gotten

Having moved into a new house, the narrator happens across a black cat, which then follows him home. Nerves rattled, the narrator does his best to avoid the cat. When that fails he tries to kill it, accidentally killing his wife in the process. After sealing his wife's body into the basement wall, he is interviewed by the police. Not unlike in “The Tell-Tale Heart”, the narrator of “The Black Cat” cracks under the pressure of his guilt and gives himself up. Symbolism and suspense make “The Black Cat” worth reading.

One pretty cloudy day, in the plain gray apartment build in New York City, on floor 10, apartment 17, a cat lived there. On this day, his owner came home with a “Surprise”. The cat, named Skittle, because of his striking orange eyes, did not feel very happy, as this kitten arrived. Skittle could tell she could not be possibly friendly nor nice, as she would be slowly but surely take away the owner’s attention away from Skittle. This kitten, named M&M, would take his food, play with his toys, and tease him. Skittle would not let her do this. One day, M&M did not act as bold or confident, as she disappeared to the vet. Of course, before leaving, Skittle wished he could talk to Sam, his owner and say goodbye, but to him, not all dreams come true.

Growing up, my family had always had cats, from when I was born. For my ninth birthday I got two kittens, a tabby Bengal mix called Buster and a Russian blue named Blue, ironic I know. They didn’t look like brothers but you could always tell by the little diamond of white fur they both had on their chests. Even though I adored both cats, I had always drifted towards blue with his big eyes and his constantly playful mood, he became my best friend. Now here I was, eight years later holding my best friend in the lobby of a vets office with all the other sad looking animals. The peppy nurse with the high ponytail and big eyes, trying to make the situation better, led us into a room down the hall. This room was different than all the other rooms in the facility, it had a couch with tissue boxes everywhere you looked and pictures of puppies and kittens hanging on the walls. The nurse closed the door and hung a sign on the outside, I knew exactly what that sign

I hated cats, I disliked the way they smell or always want to cuddle and how they like to dig their sharp claws into your leather chairs. Everybody has their Monday rituals, sometimes it’s coffee or jogging through the park, but mine is a little out of the ordinary. Each day, my ritual begins at six in the morning with me walking my ten cats down Canal Street to Pet Central to buy cat food. I used to despise cats until I became their caretaker after a tragedy. This is my story about how I became the man on Canal Street with 10 felines.

When I saw how disappointed my little boy was, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I finally told Brandon that Pierce and I had been praying for a cat. I told him that Pierce was beginning to question why God wasn’t answering his prayers. So Brandon and I made a list of requirements that the cat would have to meet if we were ever going to get one. The list was long: the cat had to be female, an adult, have been spayed, up to date on vaccinations, she had to be free, and I preferred her to be black. Since statistics show that more black cats are killed in shelters than any other color cat, I thought I would surely be rescuing her from certain death.

While returning from a dip, at high Street, Montmorency saw a large cat, Tom, and ran after it. But as he reached near it, he did not act violently but surrendered to the gentleness of the cat.