Twelfth Night
Recently I've been reading Twelfth Night, by Shakespeare. The story takes place in the fantastical country of Illyria, a fictional country where love, instead of logic, rules. "But the Illyria of Twelfth Night is a head-over-heels land of fantasy, where everyone seems to be at least a touch mad. Love, in this play, comes dangerously close to delusion." (Introduction, 15). This quote describes the comedy in the play. Everyone thinks they are in love with someone else, even if it is a delusion or the person they love does not love them back. While the Elizabethan English can be hard to understand, the play is definitely worth a read if you are interested in comedies.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
451 Narrative
(from the point of view of Mrs. Phelps.)
I walked out of Mildred's house, still crying. Mrs. Bowles was walking next to me, comforting me. "Terrible words... such terrible words," I whispered. "There there," Mrs. Bowles reassured me, "Why don't you go home and turn on the 'family', that will make you feel better." I nodded as we both walked to our beetles.
I was driving at 70 miles an hour to get back home. The green blur of grass and the white blur of houses rushed past me as I drove on. I was thinking about the words Mr. Montag had said. "for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath neither joy, nor love, nor light, " "I'm happy, aren't I?", I asked myself, "If I'm happy, then why am I crying?" I couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Montag had said, no matter how hard I tried.
I slowed down my beetle as I approached home. I had thought about the poem Montag had read for the entire ride. When I entered the house, it seemed very quiet. I glanced at the parlor and briefly thought of turning it on, but decided not to. It seemed so quiet and peaceful without the constant clamor of the 'family'. I had given Montag's words lots of thought and now they didn't seem so frightening. Instead of turning on the parlor walls, I decided to go to sleep instead.
(from the point of view of Mrs. Phelps.)
I walked out of Mildred's house, still crying. Mrs. Bowles was walking next to me, comforting me. "Terrible words... such terrible words," I whispered. "There there," Mrs. Bowles reassured me, "Why don't you go home and turn on the 'family', that will make you feel better." I nodded as we both walked to our beetles.
I was driving at 70 miles an hour to get back home. The green blur of grass and the white blur of houses rushed past me as I drove on. I was thinking about the words Mr. Montag had said. "for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath neither joy, nor love, nor light, " "I'm happy, aren't I?", I asked myself, "If I'm happy, then why am I crying?" I couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Montag had said, no matter how hard I tried.
I slowed down my beetle as I approached home. I had thought about the poem Montag had read for the entire ride. When I entered the house, it seemed very quiet. I glanced at the parlor and briefly thought of turning it on, but decided not to. It seemed so quiet and peaceful without the constant clamor of the 'family'. I had given Montag's words lots of thought and now they didn't seem so frightening. Instead of turning on the parlor walls, I decided to go to sleep instead.
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