I meant to say I am sorry Papa broke your figurines, but the words that came out were “I’m sorry your figurines broke, Mama.”
maybe the author describes a child who is traumatized of the abuse the mother is receiving. throughout the entire paragraph there are spelling, and grammar errors.
have two daughters. They are all I ever wanted from the earth.
everything a father wishes for in his daughter, these two girls have it in his eyes.
I see myself on the underworld side of that water, the darkness coming in fast,
the author uses good imagery here to make the reader visualize darkness rushing to your sight
Studying: History: Ancient and Modern Kings and Queens of England Steppes of Russia Wheatfields of Canada There was nothing of our landscape there Nothing about us at all
i think she is speaking that schools taught her about every culture except her own culture, which is the most important to her.
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued, But never attained –
A dream being chased by many, but until racism ends this dream of freedom will never come true.
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior And another Inferior Is finally And permanently Discredited And abandoned – Everywhere is war –
War will not cease to exist until discrimination, and racism are permanently ended.
A spectre is haunting Europe – the spectre of communism. All the powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre: Pope and Tsar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police-spies.
Marx believes that people in position of power have agreed to exploit middle and lower class people.
The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones.
Nothing has change since ancient Rome, or the Middle Ages. There's only been new installments of struggle, division of classes, etc.
and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
the sailor has a lot to do, so a boy falling from the sky doesn't distract him from continuing his task
reverently
"with deep and solemn respect."
“What is our life so full of care We got no time to stand and stare?”
everyone is rushing to where they have assigned themselves for the day that they have no thought or time of stopping and enjoying life
His words so full of meaning
the author likes experiences that have meaning and significance, that maybe sparks something inside of him?
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world and my hands grow full with the daily profits, let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
the author couldn't care less of his profits if his wife isn't there to share it with him
If it is not
the author expresses that not meeting his wife would take something of greater meaning away from him. music, happiness, profits, would not be the same without his wife there to share it with him
I can write the poem and make it disappear.
she ends the poem right where it started
Step-Dad spits liquor back into glass,
step dad is an alcoholic who abuses his family
“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son, “I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.”
old man continues to stand on his head because he is so old he forgot he has a brain...
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose — What made you so awfully clever?” “I have answered three questions, and that is enough,” Said his father. “Don’t give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs.”
In Carolls parody not a lot of wisdom is given to the kid in comparison to the original poem; by Southey. The old man jokingly answers every question.
I am chearful, young man, Father William replied, Let the cause thy attention engage; In the days of my youth I remember’d my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.
To me it seems like the elderly man says he is cheerful, even though he is old, because his God has not forgotten about "age;" he is still alive.
You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason I pray. In the days of my youth, Father William replied, I remember’d that youth could not last; I thought of the future whatever I did, That I never might grieve for the past.
Every time the Young man prays, he has a question for the elderly man who then answers, and shares his wisdom with the youngster. To me it seems the youngster asks the elderly man how does he not lament the past, and he says that he knew that he could not be forever young; so whatever the elderly man did he did to make his future better.
‘You promised to tell me your history, you know,’ said Alice, ‘and why it is you hate—C and D,’ she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.
"C and D" is an example of how children talk to each other when they know they shouldn't say something but want to give you a hint of what they talking about.
But who is to give the prizes?’ quite a chorus of voices asked. ‘Why, she, of course,’ said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused way, ‘Prizes! Prizes!’ Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt water had not got into it), and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly one a-piece all round.
Dodo says, why she of course like they've already discussed this issue of who is handing out the prizes, yet they haven't. Even Alice backs this up when the text reads Alice had no idea what to do.
This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, ‘Everybody has won, and all must have prizes.’
Carrols uses these parenthesis a lot to make the reader imagine the text, but also like she breaks away from her own text, breaking the void between fantasy world in Alice Wonderland, and reality.
Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could.
Alice seems aware of her surrounding/situation. The author keeps alternating between reality with Alice, and a child like fantasy with the talking animals. Alice plays along in this situation
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
as big as this world is, Keat is still stand alone. He says that fame and love "sink"; that is becomes less important to him
That I shall never look upon thee more
Keat can no longer look upon his love once he passes, which is what this poem is about.
This living hand, now warm and capable
specifically "now warm and capable" feels like he is talking about the present like he will die in the future
icy silence
this gives a feeling like there is no noise, and it is very cold, chilling
The seed ye sow, another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps; The robes ye weave, another wears; The arms ye forge, another bears. Sow seed—but let no tyrant reap: Find wealth—let no imposter heap: Weave robes—let not the idle wear: Forge arms—in your defence to bear.
Percy Shelly says to stand up for yourself, and stop working for others; the wealth you find, share it with your family, keep yourself warm with the clothes you weave, stock up on weapons to defend yourself.
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and clothe and save From the cradle to the grave Those ungrateful drones who would Drain your sweat—nay, drink your blood?
Why are you weaving and toiling with care the robes that people who are richer than you, don't care about or even know you wear? They will use you until you drop, and when you do, you will be replaced.
An army, whom liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield;
An army is supposed to be patriotic, and protect their own country, instead this army is no different than the princes, in which they use their power to do whatever they want, destroying liberty for Englands' citizens. As the army exercise its power against their own people, they are doing the exact opposite of what they signed up for; "two-edged sword."
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
Percy is describing King George as "old, mad, blind.." and the Princes as leeches who have no interest or concern in the safety of the public but only to themselves.
But hear me. The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.
No matter what the defendant does, and whether they are guilty or not, they are allowed to have a trial.
Shall I not then hate them who abhor me? I will keep no terms with my enemies. I am miserable, and they shall share my wretchedness. Yet it is in your power to recompense me, and deliver them from an evil which it only remains for you to make so great, that not only you and your family, but thousands of others, shall be swallowed up in the whirlwinds of its rage. Let your compassion be moved, and do not disdain me.
Since the creation is miserable it says that it will share its misery with others. If Frankenstein can love what he created, maybe the creation will be good to strangers instead of bringing misery.
Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.
The creation is confused because it does not understand why he was created to be hated by his own creator. It says that instead of being labeled as a fallen angel, that his creator should see it as Adam.
I entreat you to hear me before you give vent to your hatred on my devoted head. Have I not suffered enough, that you seek to increase my misery? Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it. Remember, thou hast made me more powerful than thyself; my height is superior to thine, my joints more supple. But I will not be tempted to set myself in opposition to thee. I am thy creature, and I will be even mild and docile to my natural lord and king if thou wilt also perform thy part, the which thou owest me.
The creation is saying that he will protect himself no matter what, but will do no harm to his creator even if the creator wants to kill him. The wretch is grateful to his creator for giving it life.
No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success.
Ironic that Victor had this much enthusiasm in the awake of his success, later on to be terrified and disgusted by his creation when he actually succeeded.
I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs.
Frankenstein woke up like he was in freezing temperatures, and frighten. As he awoke, he beheld his creation who in his eyes, was a miserable monster. He was so afraid that when one hand was stretched out toward him he assumed that the intent was to hurt him.
Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
This quote taken from Coleridge's "Ancient Mariner" describes what Victor Frankenstein felt when he was pacing with quick steps away from his wretched creation. Victor did not want to turn his head while walking so that he walked quicker, and to avoid laying his eyes on that creation.
ardour
Enthusiasm or passion.
In the same strain have I heard men argue against instructing the poor; for many are the forms that aristocracy assumes.
One way to keep something tamed is by not teaching them what exactly is taming them. Once they realize what is holding them back, they adapt and the "men" in this quote no longer have control. Knowledge is power
‘Teach them to read and write,’ say they, ‘and you take them out of the station assigned them by nature.’ An eloquent Frenchman has answered them, I will borrow his sentiments. But they know not, when they make man a brute, that they may expect every instant to see him transformed into a ferocious beast. Without knowledge there can be no morality!
Back in the day there was a small percentage of people who could actually read and write, usually people who can afford it. It was an advantage they had over poor people, because this mean that the poor people were left with factory jobs, and there managers and bosses would most likely know to read and write.
“Educate women like men,” says Rousseau, “and the more they resemble our sex the less power will they have over us.” This is the very point I aim at. I do not wish them to have power over men; but over themselves.
Rousseau is saying that he is not worried about being inferior to a woman, but would rather see them have power over themselves.
To carry the remark still further, if fear in girls, instead of being cherished, perhaps, created, were treated in the same manner as cowardice in boys, we should quickly see women with more dignified aspects.
Wollstonecraft compares how little boys are raised to not be fearful of anything. In little girls, if they were treated the same way as a boy, then maybe society would see more woman with dignified aspects.
Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice!
Lambs have a tender voice, and they have wool that is converted for clothing to keep you warm.
He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb:
Whoever made the Little Lamb is also the lamb himself. He is kind, loving, and caring.
Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Blake asks if the same creator who made the lamb made the tiger, and if he was rejoiced of his work in creating the fearful tiger.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake asks a Tiger what immortal made it so "fearful."
So that is how to create a single story, show a people as one thing, as only one thing, over and over again, and that is what they become.
The basis of this entire TED Talk. Adichie explains what she means when she says "single story." When you say something to yourself over, and over it becomes your truth, your reality.
Then one Saturday, we went to his village to visit, and his mother showed us a beautifully patterned basket made of dyed raffia that his brother had made. I was startled. It had not occurred to me that anybody in his family could actually make something. All I had heard about them was how poor they were, so that it had become impossible for me to see them as anything else but poor. Their poverty was my single story of them.
Adichie was surprised when she went to Fides village, and his brother was able to create a beautiful patterned basket made of dyed raffia. Some people who come from a "privileged" family may believe that people who come from poverty aren't capable of creating beautiful things.
I recently spoke at a university where a student told me that it was such a shame that Nigerian men were physical abusers like the father character in my novel. I told him that I had just read a novel called “American Psycho” —
Chimamanda Adichie plays on her words. She compares what the student had told her that all Nigerian men are physical abusers because of a novel the student read. By saying she read the novel "American Psycho," she saying that all American men must be serial killers. Which is not true.