I Feel Fine

all.’” where the two talk of the operation used to induce a miscarriage, a topic that tends to only be breached between trusted individuals; although this excerpt does not determine the nature of their relationship. However, in tandem with “‘And if I do it you’ll be happy and things will be like they were and you’ll love me?’”, it is more likely that

clear that neither are truly listening to what the other is saying making it obvious that each has something much bigger on their mind that they know they must address but neither are yet comfortable with bringing up the topic. This is initially what I figured the hills symbolized when that girl compares them to white elephants. There is definitely an elephant in the room. A Major problem that must be given attention despite the extreme discomfort it may bring, but the two are not yet comfortable to

ID #1 Futile – the winds – To a Heart in port – Done with the Compass – Done with the Chart! The second stanza of Emily Dickinson’s “Wild Nights – Wild Nights!”, portrays a sense of romantic longing between the two lovers. In this poem, there is a nautical type of scenery being displayed, especially in the last two stanzas. This is true because, the second stanza references: compasses, charts, seas and ports. The first line states, “Futile – the winds”, futile meaning pointless. The narrator

they look. “With straps pushes off, there is nothing between the top of the suit and the top of her head except just her…” (Updike, 1963, p. 2). And “She held her head so high her neck, coming out of those white shoulders, looked kind of stretched, but I didn’t mind. The longer her neck was, the more of her there was.” (Updike, 1963, p. 2). Sammy clearly thought this girl was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he didn’t seem to think the other girls were too bad either because he spent some

parting of the trees make it seem as though Jig is on the verge of an epiphany and then she retracts assuming his way of thinking, following him back into the shade. At the end of the story Jig is seemingly content, "I feel fine," she said. "There's nothing wrong with me. I feel fine.", though in reality she is a docile woman who cannot think or live for herself. <br> <br>D.H. Lawrence presents a similarly inferior character

day can begin right. Breakfast is indeed a vital part of the day. However, I personally don’t care for breakfast food, I never have. Grits, oatmeal, cream of wheat, etc. have never been my “thing”. I think it is the textures that get to me, or it could just be that I dread getting up earlier than I have to. I am not a morning person at all. Most of the time I just skip breakfast. I know overall that is not a good thing. I would soon learn just how important it is not to skip this meal one bitterly

wouldn't have." "I might have," the man said. "Just because you say I wouldn't have doesn't prove anything."" .......................... "They're lovely hills," she said. "They really don't look like white elephants. I just meant the coloring of their skin through the trees." Jig's main objective throughout the story is ensuring that her partner is happy. This is apparent when she tells him that she will go through with the abortion. "Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me

It’s the End of the Worldand I Feel Fine It’s the End of the World…and I Feel Fine! (The role of intellectuals in the creation and justification of nuclear weapons.) In Fail Safe and Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, Sidney Lumet and Stanley Kubrick question the relationship between technology and humanity by emphasizing mankind’s tendency to create machines that cannot be adequately controlled. By blatantly revealing the absurdity of game theory

I belong to many different primary and secondary groups. Some of the primary groups I belong to are, my family group, my close friends and my religious beliefs. I also belong to many secondary groups. They are my distant family relatives, my workplace and my classmates. In my family group the members include my mother, Amanda McDougall, my father, Chris Lee, my brother, Jayden Lee and myself, Mackenzie Lee. I love every member in this group with all my heart. Every member also has a very important

"Lucian", he replies. In a haze of hashish smoke, I down another cup and we part ways, looking out the window as the faithful emerge into the streets and the beat of life resumes. I button up my new coat and head downstairs. As fate would have it, a taxi is awaiting me in the alleyway. "Where to", he asks in broken english. I realize that I had not acquired any address. "Do you know of a place called Art Bar", I ask, and he gives me a rather coy smile and begins to drive, as though he had ventured