A home with no heart and no family is much more sad than one with a despondent family, or an unhappy heart. The home mourns and wishes for its family because without them, it will be what it was before, a house. Just like the empty vase, one of the few objects that remain inside, it has lost all meaning without life pumping through its core. Larkin shows this loss through a depressing personification, separated and detached tone, and the slow crumbling structure. The home is not yet a house because it is still filled with memories of the past, which it is desperately grasping onto.
(A Tale of Two Cities, p337-Collins classics) Hunger, anger, rage, revenge, extermination and justice! That was the reality of 1775 in France. The peasants became beggars and were more than sick and tired of the situation they were facing at that time. They were dictated by the Monarchy, the Nobles and the Catholic Church who indulged them with heavy taxes; no proper land to grow crops; no freedom of actions nor words, basically nothing. Left in agony they got nothing except a heart filled with remorse and vengeance to keep them warm during cold nights.
I implore them with my eyes: Speak to me –take me up –take me, Life of my Youth…A terrible feeling of foreignness suddenly rises up in me, I cannot find my way back” (Remarque, 272). This only compounds his alienation from civilian life, nothing was the same, he was away from the trenches, but still lay in them. All that Paul knew and loved before had become useless to him, none is needed in battle, therefore was forgotten. Remarque invokes an end for Paul in chapter 12 of the novel, he, the last soldier alive out of his troop of seven men. Germany became desperate and revolts as the war comes to an end.
This is a moment where the living become the dead, because they start living a life of silence. Like ghost these silenced stories are forced to wander through their minds but never be confronted. The author also experiences this state of living dead, and this is only brought to her attention when her brother says, "You died too you just don't know it"(17). It is only when the ghost brings attention to this lack of consciousness that the narrator is forced to face her silence. She realizes that her silence has been slowly killing her saying, "I wept…for all the words never spoken between my mother, my father, and me"(17).
Once Madeline Usher dies (the first time), Roderick deteriorates even further. His grip on reality is weakened and he wanders the house manically “[roaming] from chamber to chamber with hurried, unequal, and objectless step” (Poe 22). Roderick seeks an escape and finds one with the narrator; first through the guitar ballad and then in the reading of “Mad Trist.” Both passages halt the progression of “The Fall of the House of Usher” and, for a moment, the reader too is removed from the hysteria invading the house. The song “The Haunted Place” is simultaneously perturbing and soothing; the act of singing connoting beauty, but the lyrics themselves
But of course would be peasant treasure hunters were put off by the innumerable dangers that resided alongside the good fortune. Without sufficient strength delving into the Great Axe's depths was tantamount to suicide. His smile soon turned into a frown however as he turned around to look for the long departed hart. Finding himself alone in the wide glade his frown deepened and contorted his innocent features. As mystical as this relic was it wouldn't feed him and his father.
Not a chance, to enquire, to comment, or to say something in his defense. Blows of stout sticks rained heavily upon him .He dropped down, helpless and life less. Magroo was left to die, bleeding profusely, life’s light ebbed away from him, memories of the loved ones he wanted to see, flashed and flickered with the early coming dawn….. a desire dwindled, life gone away in a puff. Magroo died barely yards away from his home, unknown. You know, you can , at times , in the early dawn, from the shamsham , can still see the ghost of Magroo rising and walking some distance smoking ………,and if you do catch the glimpse of his face, it makes you very ,very sad, with heavy sense of guilt.
The Aftermath of Forever From the shoulder of the crinkled hill, I take in a deep breath as I watch the city slowly being swallowed by fog, draining the colors into gray, the stars starting to scatter in the heavens, the noise of the buses going up and down the road would eventually die down, and the bustle of people in the public market would languidly cease. I can feel the balmy mountain air gently pat my bare hands, the back of my neck, my greasy hair with streaks of gray, and my crimp cheeks harrowed by time. As I sit bleary-eyed, I remember a memory causing me to paint a ray of sunshine all over my face, a wan smile that could not be seen in the dimming light. It’s the story of the meaning of true love. I am Harry Stiles.
Her halted education was her handcuff and divorce was a concept she’d never heard of. Naked, she comes out of the covers, tired of lying beside her booze-guzzling husband. The cold night has been forgotten in the intense fire burning inside her. The agony of hell she has gone through made the chills of winter look pleasant. The creaks cannot be heard as she walks barefoot down the stairs.
High up the treetops, the leaves swing but on the floor, the grass was hobbled and unmoving. Shrills of cries and the obnoxious wailing of Angel was heard and nobody knew how to calm her—even her Mom. Her Mom was in pained to see her daughter looking so fragile and vulnerable at that time, when she use to jump around and fight with her brother to gain his Mom’s attention. Nothing she had ever experienced in her life was more painful than that moment; knowing her daughter’s pain and not being able to do a thing to help. She turned away and rubbed the back of her neck.