Tourlough: Summary

I wake up from the comfort of General Zaroff’s bed. I get up and stretch, yawning. There was a lot to do. I get the up from the bed slowly, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed, that I hadn’t had felt for three days. First of all, I have to get off this horrible island.

I could see his body jerking, convulsing, straining, against the rope” (Butler 36).

With the measured step and calm collected air of an asylum-physician approaching in the public hall some patient beginning to show indications of a coming paroxysm, Claggart deliberately advanced within short range of Billy, and mesmerically looking him in the eye, briefly recapitulated the accusation. Not at first did Billy take it in. When he did, the rose-tan of his cheek looked struck as by white leprosy. He stood like one impaled and gagged. Meanwhile the accuser's eyes removing not as yet from the blue dilated ones, underwent a phenomenal change, their wonted rich violet color blurring into a muddy purple. Those lights of human intelligence losing human expression, gelidly protruding like the alien eyes of certain uncatalogued creatures of the deep. The first mesmeric glance was one of serpent fascination; the last was as the hungry lurch of the torpedo-fish (70-71).

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.

"I'm conscious of those who put in the effort but we did have to move

“Something 's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake. Now here 's another and another one and another one. They look like tentacles to me ... I can see the thing 's body now. It 's large, large as a bear. It glistens like wet leather. But that face, it... it ... ladies and gentlemen, it 's indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it, it 's so awful. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is kind of V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate"(Eidenmuller). During the golden age of radio, many people tuned their radios to the Sunday night Halloween eve radiobroadcast of Orson Welles’ adaptation of the War of the Worlds. As the sun was setting and the moon

They behold the creature with "horror" and Felix "struck him violently with a

When looking at the collection of works by Alfred Hitchcock, it is common to notice similar threads throughout his life work. The films viewed in class alone, share many things, as both Psycho and The Birds consist of more than what meets the eye. Though one may be about a killer man and the other about killer animals, both Hitchcock films develop a deep, dark string of events leading up to inevitable death. Being in touch with a great love of drama, thrill and suspense, Alfred Hitchcock leaves you on the edge of your seat, with many famous scenes and never before seen ideas, making you incapable of averting your eyes.

There was a fuzzy muddled scene in his eyes when he woke up. The scenary was blurred and disrupted with the refraction of bright white. He looked around as the haze began to fade. He tried to gain awareness of where he was, he had no

“They are not your orbs.” The cat staggered to her feet, shook and the damage shook off. “They need to be wheeled by a special, strong person. I thought maybe it was you.” The jaguar began to pace. Tizbeth knew how to win.

"We cannot disengage. We have already pushed them back. How can we move off in

They heard! They suspected! They knew! They were making a mockery of my horror! This I thought, and this I think” (Poe 695-696).

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

"I turned my chair to the fire and dozed. Again the atoms were gamboling before my eyes.... [My mental eye] could distinguish larger structures, of manifold conformation; long rows, sometimes more closely fitted together; all twining and twisting in snakelike motion. But look! What was that? One of the snakes had seized hold of its own tail, and the form whirled mockingly before my eyes. As if by a flash of lightning I awoke." (2).

Before he knew what had happened, strange dark spots seemed to permeate his vision, and a sharp throbbing on the back of Rainford’s skull informed him that he would soon lose consciousness. Whitney stood over him chortling.