This excerpt is being narrated by the narrator of the story after Siddhartha’s son had left him and felt as if he had a wound. After his son had left him, Siddhartha’s torment and bitterness are incredible. One day, Siddhartha looks at the river and as the water chuckles at him for letting the injury blaze so deeply. Siddhartha believes that this was a part of his fate and was inevitable. Siddhartha has a sort of flashback when looking into the river and seeing that history had repeated itself (cross reference to chapter 1) when Siddhartha had left his father, the Brahmin to follow a different path.
You can 't combine human technology and alien technology unless you reconfigure it........ I guess you were absent that day" "You may be smarter than me Flurious.. but I 'm a warrior and when I find the jewels to the corona aurora I will become the most power being in the universe.. and YOU..WILL kneel before me" "In your dreams brother..only in your dreams" Flurious said and he saw Esmeral.
Once we are together, everything will be right. Months passed as I searched until one day I saw this lake. Riding up to it, I quickly realized it was a water source. Water has been very scarce for me, and it has been hard living off of such small amounts, but here I was. I bathed in the water, and rested.
In the poem “Girl Lithe and Tawny”, Neruda is portraying his love, “his” woman, through images of different elements of nature, thus also describing different aspects of her personality. One of these images is that of the bee, where Neruda writes, “You are the frenzied youth of the bee,” as if he was speaking to the mystery woman. In this context, the bee is representing her liveliness and energy. This is effective, because the connotation of a bee is often of its buzzing energy, and of the life-filled springtime. The thought of spring itself brings to mind youth, as that is the season of new life and of rejuvenation.
Adventure and desire are common qualities in humans and Sarah Orne Jewett’s excerpt from “A White Heron” is no different. The heroine, Sylvia, a “small and silly” girl, is determined to do whatever it takes to know what can be seen from the highest point near her home. Jewett uses literary elements such as diction, imagery, and narrative pace to dramatize this “gray-eyed child” on her remarkable adventure. Word choice and imagery are necessary elements to put the reader in the mind of Sylvia as she embarks on her treacherous climb to the top of the world. Jewett is picturesque when describing Sylvia’s journey to the tip of one unconquered pine tree.
The speaker personifies Porphyria’s eyes in the line ‘laughed the blue eyes without a stain.’ This personification displays that the speaker is out of his mind. However, this can be linked to the idea of Porphyria 's eyes looking ‘happy and proud.’ Not only does this display that the atmosphere is still happy in a very sad time but also this reveals that the speaker doesn’t handle such a situation in a way one would normally be expected to respond. He seems to be in a state of denial.
The passage smelled like sweets, and happiness that never ends. When I entered it I felt safe it was like a feeling that I think I would never feel. I thought about how a stunning place could end up to being a poorest night mare, and then when I was in the cramped room the happiness and joy came back, but thinking about it made me feel worried and made me think really hard about what will happen to this place? It’s a happy place will it go bad again? Is there another passage to all of this?
The fact that he had something so precious and valuable but he could not see it in him was disheartening, I read more about his life and how he became known for what he was and who he was as an artist and was intrigued. Pollock refused to color within the lines and I appreciate that about his art, he was a genius, Time magazine dubbing him as “Jack the Dripper”(Getlein 502). His tragic death August 11, 1956, in a drunken driving accident, where he lost control of the vehicle and was thrown fifty feet into a tree that crushed his brain, his life long struggle with mental illness and alcoholism had ended abruptly. Many times Pollock was compared to James Dean; as James Dean was to movies, Pollock was to art. (“Jackson Pollock Biography”)
Locked in our clash of metal, we had eyes only for the other. Somehow, in some way, he didn’t feel like a brother. Days gone, can still see piercing eyes, feel a searching gaze. Memory cannot reach when I last left home with no target to chase.