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In his novel, The Six Names of Beauty, Crispin Sartwell describes beauty in the simplest of terms, “beauty is the object of longing” (3). That statement provides a intriguing juxtaposition with the existentialist viewpoint as, to them, nothing is of importance in our meaningless lives: beauty is not of any consequence. However, within the context of The Stranger these two competing ideas become closely related. Meursault does see the beauty in Marie, he just chooses to see it in a simplified, physical

pink and orange polka dot shirt with a white, frilly collar on the sleeves and neck. The young girl has on gray pants and she is holding a white, clown mask with closed eyes, thick, black eyebrows, and a bright red smile. The hair of the young girl is extremely short and consists of the color red. She is portrayed with big hazel eyes which have tears flowing from each one. The background consists of pale pink, gray and a cream color. Smooth, blended precision brush strokes flow through out this painting

In The Memory Book by Lara Avery, Samantha has always been socially awkward; however, after getting diagnosed with Niemann Pick Type C, she becomes insecure and unconfident. Niemann-Pick Type C, or NPC, causes her to experience memory loss, incoordination, blackouts, and other symptoms. To cope with her disease, Samantha starts writing in a journal in order to remember important events and memories. However, her closest friend and debate partner, Maddie, starts to drift away after learning about

held a bowl to my face and motioned it closer and closer. As she uttered the words “Didi, Didi” meaning “sister” in Hindi, I noticed she had some breathing difficulty. She was wheezing heavily, her brittle bones shaking with each sound she made. Her eyes welled up with tears. Worried and unsure of what to do, I called to my aunt, several steps ahead of me. She turned to the girl and placed a few rupees into her bowl and said “Come on, Siddhi. Let’s go.” I was speechless. I wanted to do more, I wanted

killed a man because of his eye then dismembered his corpse and then he said he hears noises. The narrator murdered an old man that was sleeping in his house, an old man that was probably his friend. The man had a vulture eye, a pale blue eye with a film over it. He murdered the old man because of his pale blue vulture eye. In the beginning of text, he said, “I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never insulted me. I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this!...Whenever

horrible nightmare. She sat straight swimming in her bed, crying, and drowning in the torrent of blankets. Suddenly there was a second knock, but before she could completely rub the sleep from her eyes the door was opened and in stepped a very thin, tall stranger with soft curly dark brown hair and golden eyes hidden behind spectacles. "Hello I'm Joseph," he said and coughed, "I'm sorry I am a little under the weather." So you must be Willy," he smiled and walked over and shook his hand, "It nice to

The third eye is a very powerful tool of the soul. To see, to feel, and to hear the higher frequency realities. These 3 functions of the soul are known as the third eye. By practicing more and more meditation, more energy flows, more energy activates the third eye, it's a great experience for the meditator. At the time of activation of the third eye, we feel an itching sensation at the forehead region. We start seeing glimpses of various colors rotating around us. We hear mumring sounds, sounds

"Primus, for a second there I thought you didn't like me or something, while I don't know how you humans think or view things you are one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen. And sure you're not as smart as Percy or Quark". You roll your eyes "Is this suppose to make me feel

When my eyes flickered opened, the sun descended before me, halfway gone into the earth. I grabbed hold of the creeper dangling above my chest and hauled myself to my feet. I brushed off the dirt and pebbles etched into my skin and unraveled myself from the creepers. Before me stood the Lord of the Flies, watching me with bleeding eye sockets and smiling at me with a gruesome grin. He was silent now, yet his inaction felt more of a threat than when he spoke. His pink skin had lessened to a wilted

My decision to study optometry stemmed from a fascination with optics and my desire to help people and make a difference in their lives. My background in Physics has led me to an interest in optical science, especially the properties of light and principles of telescopes, something I was able to apply when studying for my Ophthalmic Dispensing degree. Having worked at Specsavers for the last seven years, first as an optical assistant and now as a dispensing optician, I am able to enjoy the best of