English Exam 2

Stephen Crane

Charles Darwin

Naturalism

who wrote the open boat?

" they then briefly exchanged some addresses and admonitions. As for the resflections of the men, there was a great deal of rage in them. Perchance they might be formulated thus " if i am going to be drowned- if i am going to be dorwned, why in thename of the seven mad gods who rules the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and comtemplate sand and trees?"

" was i brought here merely to have my nose dragged away as i was about to nible the sacred cheese of life? it is preposterous. If this old ninny woman, fate, cannot do better than this, she should be deprived of the management of mens fortunes. she is an old hen who knows not her intention. If she has decided to drown me, why did she not di it in the beggining and save me all this trouble. the whole affair is absurd... but no she cannot mean to drown me. she dare not drown me. she cannot drown me. not after all this work." afterward the manmight ave had the impulse to shake his fist at the clouds: "Just you drown me , now and then here what i call you"

" during this dismal night, it may be remarked that a man would conlucde that it was really the intention ofthe seven mad gods to drown hi, despite the abominable injustice of it. For it was certainly an abominable justice to drown a man who had worked so hard, so hard. the man felt it would be a crime most unnatural. other people had drowned at sea since galleys swarmed with painted sais, but still"

"when it occurs to a man that nature does not regaurd him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the univeree by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples. any visible expression of nature would surley be pelleted with his jeers"

" then if there be no tangible thing to hoot he feels, perhaps, the desire to confront a personification and induldge in pleas, bowed to one knee, and with hands sipplicant, saying "yes but i love myself"

" the correspondent wondered if non ever ascended the tall wind tower, and if then they never looked seaward. this tower was a giant, standing with its back to the plight of the ants. it represented in a degree, to the correspondednt, the serenity of nature amid the struggles of the individual- nature in the wind and natur in the vision of men."

" she did not seem cruel to them then, not beneficent, nor treacherous, nor wise. But she was indiffernect, flatly indifferent. It is perhaps, plausible that a man in this situation, impressed witht the unconcern of the universe, should see the innumerable flaws of his life and have them tast wickedly in his mind and wish for another chanve. A distiction between right and wrong seems absurdly clear to him, then, in this new ignorance of the grave edge and he understands that if her were given another opportunity he ouwl mend his conduct and his words and be better and brighter during an introduction or at tea"

slave naratives focus on:

slavery is

setting of a slave narative

slave naratives

narraration

3rd person ominscent

3rd person limited

nat turner's rebellion

fugitive slave law

what is the true woman?

what is the new woman?

womens movement

Charlotte Perkins Gilaman

who wrote the yellow wallpaper?

rest cure

who wrote an incident in the life of a slave girl?

Harlem renaissance

jim crow laws

great migration

Langston Hughes

Hughes writing style

modernism

t.s. eliot

who wrote the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock?

t.s eliot to look for

" aint nobody in all this world, aint got nobody but ma self. I's gwine to wuite ma frownin and put ma troubles on the shelf" thump thump thump went his foot on the floor. he played a few cords the he sang some more"

"let us go then, you and i,
when the evening is spread out against the sky.
like a patient etherised upon a table;
let us go, through certain ha;f-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats.
Of restless nights in one night cheap hotels
And sawdust resturants with oystr-shells:
streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidous intent
To lead you to an overwheliming question...
Oh, do not ask, what is it?
Let us go and make our visit"

"the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes,
the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window panes,
licked its tongue into the corner of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains.
let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimmneys,"

"slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
and seeing that it was a soft october night,
curled once about the house, and fell asleep"

" and indeed there will be time
for the yellow smoke that slides along the street
rubbing its back upon the window panes,
ther will be time, ther will be time
to prepare a fae to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and creat"

" and time for all the works and days of hands
that life and drop a question on your plate;
time for u and time for me,
and time yet for a hundred indecisions,
and for a hundred visions and revisions,
before the taking of tast and tea."

" and indeed ther will be time
to wonder " do i dare?" and "do i dare?"
time to turn back and descend the stair
witha a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
they will say how his hair is growing thin)
my morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
my necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-"

" do i dare disturb the universe?
in a minute there is time
for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse"

t.s. eliot

for i have known them all already, known them all
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
I knoe the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
so how should i presume?"

"let us go then you and i
whe the evening is spread out against the sky
like a patient etherised upon a table
let us fo, through certain half deserted streets,
the muttering retreats
of restless nights in one cheap hotels
and sawdust restuarants with oyster-shells
streets that follow like a tediuos arguement
of insidious intent
to lead you to an overwheliming question..
oh do not ask, what is it?
let us go and make our visit"

" in the room the women come and go talking of michelangelo"

the love song of h. alfred prufrock

about a one night stand

William faulkner

who wrote barn burning?

flannery o'connor

who wrote A good man is hard to find?