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Master Harold… and the Boys Athol Fugard’s Master Harold… and the Boys is an instant classic that does a superior job at encompassing the complex of racial hierarchies and interracial friendships that existed in South Africa in the mid-20th century. Set in 1950 the play follows the everyday lives of its two main protagonists: Hally, a white, seventeen year old male discontented with his schooling, and Sam, a middle-aged, black servant of Hally’s family. During this period the rigid racial structure

Percival’s own fear mingled with his brethren’s, but as knight, he had been trained to accept the fear, dismiss it, and carry on. It was the only way to survive battle. Even so, as he slashed, blocked, and delivered furious blows with his shield, he wondered if this was where it would all end. On this blood-soaked beach in Abertawe, would Camelot fall to Odin? Rulers rose and fell every day. What if King Arthur’s time was over? It was too soon for that. There was so much left to do, much to fight

“Man should not treat in earnest what is a game,” (Chaucer 1, “The Miller’s Prologue”) Geoffrey Chaucer makes a moral judgement by telling his readers they “should not” take his words at face value in a strictly literal manner. Whereas, the sentence before he asked the reader not to pass judgement or blame upon him for the story they are about to read. Chaucer passively calls his story a game to show his humorous view on the subject he will be telling. Due to his gift of satirical storytelling skills

Language has been around for thousands of years and is one of the greatest factors in human beings holding the spot for most powerful organism on this planet. It has helped bring together masses of people and has helped define many cultures today. Through language, we are able to identify a person’s level of education, social class, and upbringing. In Malcolm X’s autobiography and in the movie “My Fair Lady” directed by George Cuker, Malcolm X and Eliza Doolittle’s identities change immensely as

Kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse. I AM William Wallace” ( Dir. Mel Gibson. May 24 1995. DVD.). He corrects the soldier by stating he was William Wallace which helps him in his speech because many of the soldiers looked up to William Wallace as stated by the rumors said about him

The Miller’s Tale is, in my opinion, the most humorous of the tales that Chaucer wrote, primarily because of the plot line. The crazy antics of the four characters Alison, John, Nicholas and Absalom create a sort of timeless humor, a basic comedy that brings laughter to everyone. Chaucer also uses satire and irony throughout the tale to portray the ridiculousness of the men and woman. Often times in the story, the audience knows more than the characters do so lots of anticipation is built for the

Carina, wobbling as she sat, obviously intoxicated, glanced around at her friends with bleary eyes. “I have a secret about Ulrich, too,” she said, while waving her finger in the air vaguely. “I taught him how to use his tongue on a woman and he is excellent at it!” The room fell dead quiet for a moment, until finally, Gawain pitched over onto his back and cackled with hysterics. “That’s great!” said the drunk knight from his supine position on the floor. “Can you teach me? That would be quite the

here!” Gwaine stumbled to the door and let in six women: three courtiers, two serving maids, and Iona, the weaver. I shuddered. Why was Iona here? She was too lushly beautiful for her own good, and I had admired her often. Now, I was sure to make an arse out of

In Sol 4, on a small mining colony planet by the name of Rodrion, there was a watering hole that boasted much-welcomed reprieve to the laboring miners that resided there. They were far better off than the large majority of their peers in other Sols. Most of the established mining colonies in the galaxy were nearly depleted of their resources. The miners on these planets, often the fifth or sixth generation of their family’s miners living on that planet, did not have many ways to earn money now that

My legs won’t stop jittering in the passenger footwell of Jacob’s ute. I’m so nervous. I haven’t been back to the city since I left for Hope over three years ago. It has been easier to ignore the life I left behind when it was over a six hour drive away. But now here I am, sitting next to man too handsome and kind for his own good, heading straight back into that lion’s den. It’s not that I didn’t have a great life there. I did. However it’s a completely different life to what I want and what I live