"Just fine," Selene replies, but the Nain Rouge isn 't paying attention to her, her focus immediately going to Sauron as soon as his dark nature is brought out. The darkness around her seems to point at him, slowly focusing energy around him. The okinta everyone has starts to slowly build in its luminescence, and especially is, as raw and unchecked it is in him from the seemingly endless space it has had to grow and accumulate within him. The Nain Rouge lets out a witchy cackle. "Oh, my dear, dear, [i]dear[/i] poor Sellina.
More specifically for Poe, the makeup of the home in the “Tell Tale Heart” creates a dark mood for the text. “His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.” (Poe). The setting displays a type of darkness and horrific sight. Through the vocabulary such as black and thick darkness this is clearly displayed. “I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked)”(Poe).
In the section, the reader pays attention to a pathological schizophrenic’s voice. Under the plane of the incommunicability of his language, however, the reader discerns how his identity has permanently disappeared into multiplicity. The narrating “I” examines Darl who keeps laughing, with foam in his mouth, but the new “I” is different from the other I in the preceding sections of his; this “I” is a newly born “I” after the death of I. The “I” enquires what Darl is laughing at, but Darl says only “yes yes yes yes yes” (253). The mad “I”’ s illusion, as Deleuze and Guattari study pathological schizophrenic cases, is not confined to the familial ambit, but stretched toward a wider surface of the society.
She fails Gatsby and doesn 't do the one thing she had to do to make Gatsby happy. All she had to do was tell Tom she didn 't love him and everything would go as planned. She is so dumb, Tom cheats on her all the time but she had the decency to stay with him and still tell Gatsby to his face that she loves Tom too. Tom is a pig and the things he does are disgusting, but Daisy had a chance of retaliation and she didn 't take it. She could have sabotaged Tom, but she sided with his unloyal, ugly, lying character.
In need for a house that will deteriorate even the strongest of souls? Well look no further than 238 Elm Street. The exterior will surely leave you weak and on the floor sobbing with fear. The pungent stench of rotting moldy wood will surely wake you up at the break of dawn. Hear the charcoal crows squawk horrendous tunes as they circle in the gloomy sky like murderous vultures.
The barn has a window with shutters that are opened up to the outside. A horse’s head is sticking out of the window with a confused look on its face. In the middle of the pigpen is a mud puddle. There is green grass around the puddle. A long, blond, curly wig is rolling in the mud.
Ah yes, the Phantom, who was shrouded in a deep black garment approached slowly and gravely in the direction of the eerie churchyard. I could not help dismiss the explicit fact that it was right at home. Overwhelmed by grass and weeds and walled in by the surrounding horrendous houses, the churchyard reeked of soil and earth. The Spirit stood quietly, like a person in prayer among the graves, and pointed with its spectral finger down to one. Trembling with a fear so great, Scrooge crept towards the neglected stone and read with solemn eyes, his own name, Ebenezer Scrooge.
Vera has a very abrupt personality she is upfront ad she will make sure she gets what she wants. Vera has no shame except for one thing. “I hate Mrs. Harding, Mack;...”(Kesey 142). Vera does not wants to be associated with her husband. She corrects people when they call her by her last name in the quote above she corrects McMurphy when he calls her Mrs. Harding.
I understand that Clarke needed some time to herself, but I don 't agree with the whole "I bear it so they don 't have to." The damage is already done, and Clarke 's self-exile doesn 't do jack shit. Her people are still hurting with the effects of what happened at Mt. Weather. None of them are saints, and we barely see how the others are coping.
Joy/Hulga affects a cynical façade, claiming not to believe in anything. (As she tells Manley, "I don 't have illusions. I 'm one of those people who sees through to nothing.") Yet by the end of the story, Joy/Hulga 's carefully constructed façade is shattered; through the dramatic irony in her absence of self-awareness to the situational irony pervading the final scene, O 'Connor ultimately reveals Joy/Hulga as an innocent who is shocked when she witnesses the beliefs she once espoused as embodied in Manley
Breathing deeply, I retched at the sickening smell of rotten flesh and pus. Looking around, I caught a brief glimpse of the creature that was stalking me. Noticing my stare upon it, the creature melted into the shadows as if it was never there. This wretched labyrinth was starting to get to me. Its ever-changing walls, numerous dead ends and unspeakable horrors were starting to irritate me.
While strange shapes would show, and so would colors, I began to get dizzy, trying to avoid the terrifying spiders and what was said to be vicious scorpions and snakes, I became hopeless not able to hold my imagination and not knowing what was reality, I became hungry. I became so hungry that I began to eat the baby spiders crawling up my throbbing leg and as the day became longer the more I became lonelier not knowing what the future would hold for me. As the night grew darker so did the noise and creaking I heard, not knowing where the mysterious noise had come from I became severally frightened. While wishing my peers were here to comfort me, I began to think about how enraged they must be with me for shattering the majestic carpet. Soon I began to doubt the forgiveness of my peers.
This image is asymmetrical, the way that the girl is seated and holding the oval portrait make the painting unbalanced, the image would be symmetrical if the girl was facing forward rather than a three-fourths view of her. The emphasis in this painting is her face and her smile, her pale face against the dark background really stand out, her rosy cheeks and big smile make it easy to spot across the room. This painting is realistic, she is proportionate and she looks like any other girl that one might see. Over all, this painting is pleasing to the eye and had wonderful texture, and
It is a dark, eerie space and trash litters the ground, the awful odor is inescapable. You hear people behind you and you are on high alert. The people speak in some sort of dialect that you don’]t understand, it peaks your curiosity as you wonder what they are saying. You wonder if they are talking about you, you wonder about their true intentions. You are scared.