<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:18:07.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devin's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-3347493082563105315</id><published>2009-04-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:46:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Mr. Coon! I Completely forgot!</title><content type='html'>I am reading We Were the Mulvaneys for my final english essay.  At this point I am almost finished with reading the novel and I plan on discussing the deterioration of the family.  Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-3347493082563105315?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/3347493082563105315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=3347493082563105315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3347493082563105315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3347493082563105315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-mr-coon-i-completely-forgot_27.html' title='Sorry Mr. Coon! I Completely forgot!'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-3941580723124260034</id><published>2009-04-27T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:44:53.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Mr. Coon! I completely forgot!</title><content type='html'>I am reading We Were The Mulvaneys for my final english essay.  At this point I am almost finished with reading the novel.  I plan on discussing the deterioration of the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-3941580723124260034?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/3941580723124260034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=3941580723124260034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3941580723124260034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3941580723124260034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-mr-coon-i-completely-forgot.html' title='Sorry Mr. Coon! I completely forgot!'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-9054626281616141741</id><published>2009-04-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:05:41.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman’s Alienation from Society</title><content type='html'>In the poem “Her Kind” by Anne Sexton, the three stanzas each act as three stages in the speaker’s life.  Anne Sexton cleverly uses the metaphor of a witch in order to portray a woman alienated from society.  This metaphor refers back to the Salem Witch Trials in which the women labeled as witches were rather women who were different from society’s expectations.  The metaphor of a witch is employed throughout the entire poem even though the word witch is only explicitly mentioned in the first stanza.  In essence, “Her Kind” is the story of a woman’s stages in life and her experiences with alienation from society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stanza introduces the speaker as a witch who only comes out at night, representing not only her separation from society but also the way society perceives the speaker to be.  Simply because she is different, “twelve-fingered,”(line 5) and “dreaming evil,” (line 3) the society views her as evil and subhuman—“not a woman, quite” (line 6).  When the speaker says she is “braver at night” (line 2) she gives the sense that at this stage in her life she is not quite ready to show her true self and therefore hides from the “normal” world.  The speaker portrays “normal” life to be monotonous when she describes her crusade “over the plain houses, light by light” (line 4).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The second stanza describes the traditional, socially accepted home “filled with skillets, carvings, shelves,/ closets, silks, innumerable goods” (lines 9-10).  She continues the metaphor of a witch, however, when she says, “fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves” (line 11).  This quote hints that although she displays herself to society through the appearance of her house as a normal woman, on the inside (or in the privacy of her own home) she is still separated in her mindset from society.  When the speaker says “A woman like that is misunderstood,” (line 13) she is most likely meaning that the woman’s integrity and intelligence go unnoticed because only the superficial possessions in her house are acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The third stanza completes the third stage of the speaker’s experiences in her life as an alienated woman.  Sexton uses imagery and alludes to the Salem Witch Trials.  She creates the image of a nude woman being driven in a cart, exposed to the public, and tortured and burned at the stake.  This intense image shows the extremity of the speaker’s alienation from society and the way she feels when society judges her and makes her an outcast.  When the speaker says, “your flames still bite my thigh,” (line 18) it suggests that the psychological pain society inflicted upon the speaker is like an unhealed wound: the memory of it still affects her.  In a way, the physical pain used in the Salem Witch Trials is transformed into psychological torture for the time period of this poem.  The quote, “A woman like that is not ashamed to die,” (line 20) signifies her acceptance and pride of being unlike the traditional expectations of women and her preparedness to be vilified by the society because of it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The repetition of “I have been her kind” at the end of each stanza acts as the thread throughout the poem; it connects each of the stanzas together to form the experiences of the speaker rather than three separate types of women.  The three stanzas represent the speaker’s stages of feeling alienated from society.  She begins by hiding her true feelings and avoiding society, then attempts to put up a superficial front in order to deceive society, and then finally she allows her true sentiment to be seen by the public and consequently accepts her alienation from society and the thematic “social death” that ensues. (628)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-9054626281616141741?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/9054626281616141741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=9054626281616141741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/9054626281616141741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/9054626281616141741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/04/womans-alienation-from-society.html' title='A Woman’s Alienation from Society'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-8550857664041312701</id><published>2009-03-08T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:35:05.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledging Depression</title><content type='html'>One day in class, Mr. Coon noted that depression is not reported in elders as much as in other age groups.  This comment was inspired from my statement that Willy seems to be depressed.  It is important to know that this observation was made when we were still only analyzing the first act of Death of a Salesman. Obviously by the end of the play we know that Willy is depressed and suicidal.  As I was thinking about Mr. Coon’s comment in class, I started to think that not only is depression not reported in elders often but also, during the time period of Death of a Salesman, I do not believe that it was common to address those problems to a family member.  In other words, even if a woman knew that a family member such as her father or husband were depressed, she probably would not have brought it up in discussion with him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think that Linda’s relationship with Willy is the perfect example of a woman who knows her husband is depressed but would not dream of addressing him with it.  Linda puts up with Willy’s “crankiness” and whining in situations like when she buys a different cheese and Willy complains.  She always supports him and tries to help him by encouraging him to change his job so that he does not have to drive as much.  In addition to looking out for Willy’s best interests for his profession, it is clear that she also tries to help him because she knows it would be better for his health.  Linda acknowledges that the “accidents” Willy has are instead attempts at suicide.  Therefore we know that she knows Willy is depressed and suicidal yet she still does not outright confront him with it.  Again, when Willy is gardening late at night, she does not go out to talk to him nor does she let her son Biff.  She tells Biff, “You’re not going near him, “and, “Will you please leave him alone?” (pg.1825).  In a way, Linda both protects and respects Willy by treating him this way.  She protects her already emotionally weak husband from an attack from his son.  At the same time, one could say that she respects her husband too much to tell him she knows he is depressed because it would consequently bring his weakness to the front.  Unfortunately, because Linda does not confront Willy with his depression, Willy commits suicide and Linda is left to mourn. (414)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-8550857664041312701?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8550857664041312701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=8550857664041312701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/8550857664041312701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/8550857664041312701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/03/acknowledging-depression.html' title='Acknowledging Depression'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-6384171991831432184</id><published>2009-02-23T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:28:22.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of the Title: "A Doll's House"</title><content type='html'>At what moment in the play do you understand why it is called A Doll’s House?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Although this question was placed under the Act 1 section of questions, I feel that only hints of the true meaning of the title appear in Act 1.  In my opinion, I never fully understand why it is called A Doll’s House until Nora gives her own interpretation and analysis of her role as a “doll” to both her father and her husband Torvald.  Leading up to this point, however, the play gradually reveals the meaning through Nora’s short anecdotes of her father and through the reader’s perception of Nora and Torvald’s relationship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        From Torvald’s very first line in the play to his last conversation with Nora, Torvald treats her as an inferior—almost as a child—and essentially treats her like a doll on display in a dollhouse.  Not only does he use demeaning nicknames such as “my little sky-lark” or “my little squirrel” but he also interacts with her as if she is a silly girl, playfully chastising her for eating candy that day.  Through these daily interactions between Torvald and Nora, one begins to grasp the meaning of the title.  Furthermore, the collection of Nora’s comments about her with her father also helps in painting the picture of the title’s significance.  The reader can draw from her stories that her father treated her and saw her in the same way Torvald does. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Most significantly, however, is when Nora comes to the realization of how devoid her life was of independence and self-accomplishment.   I believe that this is the moment at which the reader is able to have a true understanding of why the play is called A Doll’s House.  Nora acknowledges that her father, “used to call [her] his baby doll, and he played with [her] as [she] used to play with [her] dolls” (pg. 1730).  Again Nora interprets her life to be like a doll when looking at her life with Torvald: “[O]ur house has never been anything but a play-room.  I have been your doll wife, just as at home I was Daddy’s doll child” (pg. 1730).  By the end of the play Nora is able to make a mature observation about her life despite her upbringing to be a naïve and ignorant woman.  It is through this observation, that the true significance of the title becomes whole. (399)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-6384171991831432184?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/6384171991831432184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=6384171991831432184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/6384171991831432184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/6384171991831432184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-what-moment-in-play-do-you.html' title='The Meaning of the Title: &quot;A Doll&apos;s House&quot;'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-9032908716773019929</id><published>2009-02-08T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:59:21.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill or Not to Kill? That is the Question</title><content type='html'>Hamlet struggles with the inner conflict of the morality of avenging his father’s death as well as his own death.  In each of these situations, Hamlet spends a majority of the plot trying to rationalize them.  Hamlet eventually comes to a conclusion for both of his inner conflicts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Upon the ghost’s request for Hamlet to avenge his death by killing Claudius, Hamlet immediately agrees to it, and then later on begins to question it.  One of the greatest questions of this story is: Is it morally right to kill another man in order to avenge a family member’s death?  In the end, I personally do not believe that hamlet fully answers this question—Shakespeare leaves that to be an eternal mystery for the readers to decide.  Instead of giving a direct answer, Hamlet finds other reasons and motives in order to justify committing a murder.  In a sense, one could argue that that could be the answer—murder is not fully justified on a basis on avenging one’s father—however, I do not believe that is what Shakespeare meant for us to interpret from this.  Hamlet ends up emphasizing his own personal motives for killing Claudius rather than for his father.  I find it true that most people do end up acting as Hamlet does and finding personal reasons in order to make the act seem more morally acceptable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hamlet struggles to decide whether or not suicide is morally justifiable as well.  It is clear from the moment Hamlet speaks in the play that he feels no desire to live; he was not afraid of the chance that the ghost could try to kill him.  He continues throughout the play to mention his suicidal thoughts.  I believe Shakespeare shows this not only to display his emotional state after the death of his father and the re-marriage of his mother both also to enhance the fact that Hamlet repeatedly questions the morality of both killing someone and oneself.  The epitome of Hamlet’s pondering of suicide is in his “to be or not to be” speech.  He comes to the conclusion that although he does not have the desire to live, to commit suicide is a sin and he therefore could not and would not do it.  In this case, Hamlet does end up with a resolute answer to the question of suicide.  In conclusion, Shakespeare makes a point of showing Hamlet’s inner struggles in order to complicate the originally somewhat simple mission to avenge his father through killing Claudius. 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 &lt;/span&gt;I am not able to fully analyze the reasons for this but I’m hoping as I write this blog I can gain further insight into this question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her reasons while trying to persuade her sister Ismene to go against King Creon’s order and bury their brother are contradicted when she is fighting with Ismene again in front of King Creon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially, Antigone emphasizes the obligation as a sister to rightfully bury her brother Polyneices just as her brother Eteocles was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Antigone gives Ismene the opportunity to either become “a true sister, or a traitor to [her] family,” by choosing between burying Polyneices or allowing his corpse to remain unburied and eaten by animals (1326, line 27).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Ismene refuses to help her bury their brother, Antigone immediately criticizes Ismene and informs her that the dead will hate her for betraying her family in this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even when Ismene promises not to tell anyone, in an effort to protect her sister, Antigone turns it back around on Ismene and tells her to tell everyone so that “they’ll hate [her] when it all comes out if they learn that [she] knew about it all the time!” (1327, line 70-71).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One can respect Antigone’s resolute standing on what should be done in this situation despite her persistent jabs at her sister because of her opposition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, however, she contradicts herself and in actuality acts as Creon did when she criticized him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this way, Antigone is hypocritical and therefore loses the credibility that she originally had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once Creon discovers that she had attempted to bury Polyneices, Antigone wants to have all the glory for it and therefore refuses to let Ismene take partial credit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ismene, on the other hand, is, in a way, doing exactly what Antigone had preached to her in the earlier part of the play: she remained loyal to her sister and was willing to die for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Antigone is able to only focus selfishly on being the one sister to die for her blood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of embracing her sister’s loyalty, Antigone responds to her, “You shall not lessen my death by sharing it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it is a shame that Antigone loses sight of her true reasons for burying Polyneices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She starts out with strong ambition and just incentives but ends up treating herself and Ismene in the same respect as Creon does to Eteocles and Polyneices. (413)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-7051186726395647637?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/7051186726395647637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=7051186726395647637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/7051186726395647637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/7051186726395647637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/01/antigone-hypocrit.html' title='Antigone the Hypocrit'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-8968223545795938920</id><published>2009-01-11T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:48:34.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;In the novella “The Death of Ivan Ilych,” the realization of death in the future is the only way that Ivan Ilych is able to understand and see life as it truly is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout his entire life, he never lived a full life; his job decisions, his marriage, and friends were all created without passion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ivan led a hollow life until he grew ill from a seemingly innocent injury and began to the flawed indifference that society had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After his first doctor’s visit, he comes to the conclusion that “for the doctor, and perhaps for everybody else, it was a matter of indifference, though for him it was bad,” (pg. 296).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;From that day on, Ivan became more aware of the reality of his illness and the fact that his life previous to it was meaningless. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I find it ironic that the arrival of death for Ivan is what forced him to realize the fake people and world in which he made a point of surrounding himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He, who was once a man who took pride in the superficial and hollow social aspects of his life, was now “left alone with the consciousness that his life was poisoned…and that this poison did not weaken but penetrated more and more deeply into his whole being,” (pg. 299).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though he calls this illness a poison, I think that it actually was his one chance to break apart from the pathetic rut that he called life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although in his eyes he was pitiful and somewhat deserted by his family—wife in particular—as a result of the illness, he ended up shedding his superficial layers and discovering the harsh reality of life under all of the fluff that he once enjoyed so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I started out looking down upon and lacking respect for Ivan and his life, but after learning of his “reality slap” and seeing him also hate the very fake and deceiving world that I despised so much, I ended up feeling pity and appreciating his change of person, despite how late it came in his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt relief to know that finally Ivan had realized that everyone was going to die when he said “…they will die too! Fools! I first, and they later, but it will be the same for them,” (pg. 301).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That quote is the epitome of the contrast between the life Ivan left and the life he came into after his illness. It is clear that the rest of society has the conception that they will never die, as seen in Peter’s comments at the beginning, however; there is hope that not all are so naïve in the way that Ivan mentions this occasionally throughout the rest of the novella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-8968223545795938920?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/8968223545795938920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=8968223545795938920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/8968223545795938920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/8968223545795938920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-novella-death-of-ivan-ilych.html' title=''/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-3342988297705362040</id><published>2008-12-08T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:25:22.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Affects of Corruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The novels &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt; both represent the corruption of an empire in two different ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each novel shows how an empire will assert itself to be superior to another race; however, the way in which corruption is conveyed is different between the two novels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; is narrated by the “lawful” Marlow, &lt;i style=""&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt; conveys the corruption of the Empire through the eyes of the Magistrate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;, the empire inflicts its corruption upon the inhabitants of Africa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike &lt;i style=""&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; shows an empire’s mentality when going to a foreign land to enforce its ideals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ongoing theme represents the concept of “the white man’s burden.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the entire novel however, the reader observes not how the African race is inferior, but rather how disgusting and inhumane the white people were who had invaded the natives’ land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition to the given perception of the white people, the reader is also exposed to the corrupt empire through the information Marlow gains from Kurtz’s letters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In these notes Marlow reads Kurtz’s deterioration of morals and lawfulness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coming into Africa, he was a respectable man similar to Marlow; however, over time the corruption and competition got to him and he grew to be an unlawful person who thought disturbing thoughts such as “Kill all the brutes!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, &lt;i style=""&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt; conveys the Empire’s corruption through the Magistrate’s perspective; instead of seeing it through the gradual downfall of a character, &lt;i style=""&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt; depicts the Magistrate’s rejection to the corrupt tendencies of the Empire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon the arrival of Colonel Joll, the Magistrate begins to doubt the intentions of the Empire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sees how Colonel Joll and his men tortured the innocent barbarians then claimed they were free from blame.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the Magistrate’s own way, he rejects the Empire through taking one of Colonel Joll’s ex-prisoners under his wing, attempting to nurse her back to health, and eventually bring her back to her people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the novel the Magistrate grows more and more intolerant of the Empire’s cruelties and injustices until he hits a breaking point and publically shouts “No!” against Colonel Joll’s violence inflicted upon the Barbarians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Magistrate had progressed to the point of no return and from then on, he defies the authority of the Empire any chance he can get (including the time he “reads” the letters as an allegory).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;    In conclusion, both novels analyze the affects an Empire’s corruption can have on individuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; recounts the inner deterioration of his morals as a result to the corruption and &lt;i style=""&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt; observes a character’s inability to tolerate the harsh and immoral actions done by the Empire. (462)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-3342988297705362040?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/3342988297705362040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=3342988297705362040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3342988297705362040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3342988297705362040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/12/affects-of-corruption.html' title='The Affects of Corruption'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-7333866977915792841</id><published>2008-11-23T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:33:40.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions of "Waiting for the Barbarians"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;    After finishing the first assignment of reading of &lt;i&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt;, I still can’t decide whether or not I like the novel. While reading, I found myself enjoying Coetzee’s style of writing; I appreciated the fact that he uses adjectives to describe characters and settings sufficiently but never overloads a subject with meaningless descriptions. Every now and then Coetzee throws in a word beyond my vocabulary, such as “obdurately” and “maieutic,” however, generally his diction is clear and understandable for me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;    I am extremely fond of the speaker of this novel. I basically liked him the second he started talking about the peculiar pieces of glass in front of Colonel Joll’s eyes called “sunglasses.” I definitely was influenced by the speaker’s biased voice when he described Colonel Joll because I too disliked him from the minute he was introduced. As it turns out my feelings were justified from hearing about how he tortured innocent prisoners. Although I was influenced by the speaker’s opinions of the Colonel, he did not convince me to have disgust towards the barbarian woman as he initially did. Throughout the time while she slept in his bed with him I kept hoping that he would realize his true love for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times I was teased into thinking that he was falling in love with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, he admits, “Nor…does the pleasure I take in her, the pleasure whose distant afterglow my palm still feels, go deep,” (63).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;    In regards to the content of &lt;i&gt;Waiting for the Barbarians&lt;/i&gt;, I initially thought I understood where the plot was going but then as I continued to read on the plot seems to jump around and now I have no idea what this novel is leading to. At first it focused more on the Empire and its dealings with the barbarians, including Colonel Joll’s adventure to capture prisoners and question them; after, the plot transitioned to the speaker’s personal life with women and his “relationship” with the barbarian woman and how his life has changed becoming an old man. Then it continues on to somewhat of an adventure story while they take the journey to take the barbarian woman back to the barbarians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point I am not sure about the overall identity of this novel but I am curious to see how it ends up. (389)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-7333866977915792841?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/7333866977915792841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=7333866977915792841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/7333866977915792841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/7333866977915792841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-impressions-of-waiting-for.html' title='First Impressions of &quot;Waiting for the Barbarians&quot;'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-938398580448568689</id><published>2008-11-16T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:23:45.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Points of "Social Progress and the Rivalry of the Races" by Benjamin Kidd</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Progress is a necessity, and within progress there is constant rivalry/competition between living things in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Because of the stress of nature, there is a constant improvement that continuously leads to higher and better forms of life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The “features of Western civilization which are most distinctive and characteristic, and of which we are most proud, are almost as disastrous in their effects as the evils of which complaint is so often made.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;With the individuals who have all of the better qualities than those who died out, but also the “conflict [is] sternest, the nervous friction [is] greatest, and the stress [is] severest.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We need to look back honestly on the vices of our civilization in order to truly understand the current social problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-938398580448568689?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/938398580448568689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=938398580448568689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/938398580448568689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/938398580448568689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/11/main-points-of-social-progress-and.html' title='Main Points of &quot;Social Progress and the Rivalry of the Races&quot; by Benjamin Kidd'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-2551706312949286514</id><published>2008-11-04T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:48:10.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    In my opinion, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt; is left with hardly any resolution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Compson, as usual, treats Dilsey disrespectfully and dramatically assumes that Quentin, cursed like everyone else in the family, committed suicide; Jason goes chasing after Quentin with a vengeance relating to the job he never got; and Dilsey remains to be the only mother figure for Benjy and Luster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Faulkner places the setting of the last part of the novel to be on Easter Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally believe that the suggested theme of rebirth from the church scene is used to contrast the state of the Compson family (if you can still even call it a family”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point, rebirth or a new beginning is unrealistic; the Compsons are set in their screwed up ways and there is no chance of any of them changing for the better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore Faulkner uses the theme of rebirth to emphasize the pathetic state of the Compsons rather than to exude the promise for their future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To further support this theory, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt; ends with Dilsey realizing that she is near death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result, the single constant in the novel, Dilsey, that attempted to hold the Compsons together is now close to death and therefore ensures the complete deterioration of the family.&lt;/p&gt;  (217)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-2551706312949286514?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/2551706312949286514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=2551706312949286514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/2551706312949286514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/2551706312949286514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/11/ending.html' title='The Ending...'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-4932152465041040317</id><published>2008-10-26T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:55:50.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbolic Themes in The Sound and The Fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;As I read through the articles, I came upon “Meaningful Images in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and The Fury.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While other articles were overtly complex, this one, written by Eben Bass, made perfect sense to me and shed a new light on the symbolic aspects of this novel as a whole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bass acknowledged images including the white slipper, the pear tree, the mirror and the fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many of these I had not even come near to realizing were significant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet, his arguments convinced me that these symbols actually play major parts in recurring themes throughout &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and The Fury.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;While Eben Bass mentioned multiple “meaningful images” in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt;, his discussion of the pear tree made the greatest impact upon me and made the most sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He makes the connection between the habits of Caddy and the habits of Quentin, Caddy’s daughter, through their mutual use of the pear tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to Bass, either symbolically (Caddy) or physically (Quentin), both Caddy and Quentin reveal their promiscuity through climbing or descending the tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quentin’s situation is much more obvious; she literally descends this tree repeatedly “to meet her many lovers.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, Caddy’s relation to the tree and her sexuality has a much more obscure connection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bass refers to the event in which Caddy climbs the tree, after getting muddy, in order to see what the “party” was like in the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While climbing the tree, Caddy reveals her dirty drawers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From this, Bass makes an observation that I would never have noticed on my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “It is Caddy’s dirty drawers that offend Quentin [her brother] in the childhood scene; these anticipate her many ensuing love affairs.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought this statement was extremely interesting and fits perfectly into the rest of the story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In conclusion, I look forward to finishing &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and The Fury&lt;/i&gt; with these new revelations about the various symbols in this novel.  (341)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;“Meaningful Images in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt;”, by Eben Bass&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Modern Language Notes &lt;/i&gt;©1961 &lt;u&gt;The Johns Hopkins University Press&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-4932152465041040317?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/4932152465041040317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=4932152465041040317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/4932152465041040317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/4932152465041040317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/10/symbolic-themes-in-sound-and-fury.html' title='Symbolic Themes in The Sound and The Fury'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-3350820391195986586</id><published>2008-10-02T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:56:51.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Presentation</title><content type='html'>The Impact of Society in “I Stand Here Ironing”&lt;br /&gt;“I Stand Here Ironing” is the interior monologue of a mother struggling to identify where the responsibility resides for the troubled upbringing of her daughter, Emily. While the unknown character who asks to meet with the mother appears to believe that the mother plays a major role in understanding her daughter’s troubles, the reality is—and as the mother discovers through her inner conversation—that society and its pressures had a great impact on Emily. The mother clearly feels guilt for her daughter’s unhappiness in childhood; yet at the same time she recognizes her limited ability to raise Emily any other way because of the society’s restrictions. Olson implements her own frustrations towards society through exploiting the mother’s struggles while raising a baby on her own. Olson, as a result, criticizes numerous flaws in the society at that time. These imperfections include the unequal treatment of women, the lack of good childcare, the low pay for basic jobs, and the societal pressures to act, dress, and look a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon being asked to meet with an unknown person and give advice about her daughter, the mother reacts defensively and inwardly responds that even though she is her mother she does not “have a key” to the locked-away reasons for her troubled daughter (3). The mother notes that some of the sources which contributed to the development of Emily were beyond her ability to control when she comments, “There is all that life that has happened outside of me, beyond me” (2). Additionally, the mother mourns over the fact that financial difficulty while Emily was a little girl inhibited the mother from being able to provide her with the best childhood. She said, “We were poor and could not afford for her the soil of easy growth” (55). Because of the extreme difficulty in finding a job during this time period in addition to the low pay that was offered, the mother was forced to leave Emily with her father’s family. Emily’s experience at her father’s house, according to the mother, stripped her of some of her happiness and the mother noticed that “all the baby loveliness was gone” (11). Instead, Emily was “walking quick and nervous like her father” (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olson expresses her criticism towards the poor childcare of this time by calling nursery schools “only parking places for children” (12). The mother realizes the negative impact of putting Emily in the nursery school when she knew it was not adequately meeting Emily’s needs at the age of two. The mother recounts how Emily would often come up with fake reasons to stay at home, away from the evil teachers. However, Emily never made an outright refusal to go. As the mother is remembering these events, she suddenly feels a pang of guilt and responsibility and asks herself, “What in me demanded that goodness in her? And what was the cost, the cost to her of such goodness?” (16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning of Emily’s youth, the mother noticed that society did not appreciate Emily’s unique physical appearance. When Emily was a baby, her mother told her she was beautiful; however, the mother recalled that those who noticed her beauty were “few or nonexistent” (5). Even as a child in school, society’s pressure wore Emily down; she worried about her thin, dark, foreign-looking appearance because according to society “every little girl was supposed to look…a chubby blond replica of Shirley Temple” (35). In a society where looking different was unappreciated, unique-looking Emily fell into the shadows. She never had best friends and at the convalescent home she stayed in, the community did not want her to get close with anyone there. As a result, Emily became removed from society because she did not fulfill the requirements to “fit in”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, because of the pressures in society, the young Emily struggled throughout her childhood. Olson exploits society’s flaws through making these imperfections be responsible for the insecurities and troubled feelings a child developed while growing up. Additionally, Olson shows that in spite of the pressures Emily experienced, to her mother, Emily is “more than [the] dress hanging on the ironing board” but rather she is a unique woman with an individual talent and a look of her own (56). (719 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of tone do you think the mother is talking in? Whiny, regretful, defensive?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think Olson chose to write the story through the mother’s thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the ending was positive or negative?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the mother could have done anything better? Or do you think she did the best she could do with what she had?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-3350820391195986586?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/3350820391195986586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=3350820391195986586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3350820391195986586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3350820391195986586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-presentation.html' title='English Presentation'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-3265483406269427342</id><published>2008-09-28T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:27:59.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions in "Shiloh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Distractions in “Shiloh”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Norma Jean’s constant working out and night-school classes are her ways of distracting herself from the sudden changes in her life that cause her to dislike the life she has.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leroy Moffitt’s truck accident, resulting in a leg injury, leads to his perpetual presence in his house with his wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a major shift in their marriage because in years past Leroy was hardly ever home because of his job, and Norma Jean had enjoyed her independence and solitude while he was gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While Leroy was optimistic about strengthening his relationship with his wife through spending more time with her when she was at home, Norma Jean only grew more annoyed with his constant presence and realized that she wanted to leave him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result of her annoyance with Leroy, Norma Jean uses exercise and other activities as a means of distraction to the growing distance between her and her husband.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The very first fact that we learn about Norma Jean is that she “is working on her pectorals” (1).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While Leroy claims that his physical therapy inspired his wife to start working out, I believe that instead, his physical therapy was the start of his being at home all the time and this, in turn, prompted Norma Jean to divert her attention to working out and becoming a new woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a way to get out of the house and a break from her husband, Norman Jean begins to attend a body-building class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the entire short story she is working out, consistently lifting her dumbbells or swinging her barbell a few times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This theme continues throughout, all the way up until the very last scene.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even after Norma Jean says she wants to leave Leroy and she walks away, Leroy sees her waving her arms; “she seems to be doing an exercise for her chest muscles” (156).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;In addition to exercising, Norma Jean starts taking a class at Paducah Community College as another diversion and reason to get out of the house and away from her husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When her husband asks why she was taking night school, her response was, “It’s something to do” (91).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is obvious that Norma Jean is just desperate to find something to do to distract herself from the annoyances her husband brings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Norma Jean does not even want to talk to him because she always responds with short, abrupt answers, such as the example above.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Leroy brings up the suggestion of building a log cabin for her, Norma Jean quickly rejects him and tells him that it is a stupid idea. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;It is apparent that Norma Jean is not happy with her husband staying at the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even Leroy notices it; he perplexedly observes, “Norma Jean is often startled to find Leroy at home, and he thinks she seems a little disappointed about it” (9).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, Leroy’s staying at home, although initially with the intention of improving their relationship, only pushes Norma Jean further away from her husband and leads to the end of their marriage. (512 words) &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-3265483406269427342?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/3265483406269427342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=3265483406269427342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3265483406269427342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/3265483406269427342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/09/distractions-in-shiloh.html' title='Distractions in &quot;Shiloh&quot;'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-2233486287336579551</id><published>2008-09-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:55:04.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Good Man Is Hard to Find"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Devin Ingersoll&lt;br /&gt;AP English-3&lt;br /&gt;Analysis on “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”&lt;br /&gt;At first glance of “A Good man Is Hard to Find,” it appears to be that the grandmother is ignored and unappreciated by her family; as a result, the reader feels pity for her. However, in actuality, the grandmother acts in her own interest and disregards her family. Up until the arrival of the Misfit at the car accident, the grandmother’s selfish nature is masked by the initial impression that she is mistreated and disrespected by her own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the very start, it appears to be that the grandmother’s family is extremely disrespectful to her; her son and daughter-in-law completely ignore her and refuse to respond to anything she says while the children are rude and talk back to her. When the grandmother was trying to show her son the newspaper article about the Misfit heading to Florida, her son acts as if she hadn’t said anything at all and continues to read what is in front of him. However, the grandmother’s sole intentions for showing her son the article were to persuade him of not going to Florida, but rather Tennessee, for their family vacation. The grandmother wanted to go to Tennessee to visit her “connections” (1). As the narrator says, “she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey’s [her son’s] mind” (1). To no avail, the grandmother attempts to manipulate her son and her daughter-in-law by planting the idea of guilt over losing their children to the Misfit. Even after she gives up on going to Tennessee for the vacation, the grandmother defies her son again by sneaking in her cat despite the fact that her son does not like to have the cat come along. To justify her disregard for her son she comes up with an absurd and unlikely hypothetical situation; she was worried the cat “might brush against one of the gas burners and accidentally asphyxiate himself” (10). This obscure thought of the grandmother’s is O’Connor’s way of mocking the grandmother’s selfishness. O’Connor adds a tinge of sarcasm to yet another statement when she describes the grandmother’s perfectly put together outfit for the road trip; “In case of an accident, anyone seeing her dead in the highway will know at once that she was a lady” (12). Not only does this quote further mock the grandmother’s self-serving and superficial nature, but it also foreshadows the ending of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the Misfit came and the grandmother recognized who he was, she only cared about him not killing her; not once does she try to save her family—in fact, she even offers the Misfit one of her son’s shirts. Instead, the grandmother just repeatedly says, “You wouldn’t hurt a lady, would you?” (87). Although the grandmother had assumed herself to be a lady, she and the reader come to the realization at the end that she has not been a lady; rather, the grandmother had acted in selfish ways throughout the entire story. O’Connor uses the grandmother’s interaction with the Misfit to make both the grandmother and the reader recognize the grandmother’s true nature. At the point in which the grandmother is threatened with death by the Misfit’s gun, the grandmother begins to portray “good” qualities; she continuously encourages the Misfit to pray and finds herself repeating “Jesus” with the meaning that “Jesus will help you” (129). In spite of the grandmother’s pleads to not kill her, the Misfit still kills her and says exactly what O’Connor is trying to convey, “She would have been a good woman, if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life” (141). With this statement, O’Connor conveys the idea that human beings may have the tendency to act as good people only in times of desperate measures. (639)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does the scene at Red Sammy's Barbecue advance the story toward its conclusion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do you think the grandmother is never referred to as “their” grandmother or some other term that shows a sense of belonging to the family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How would you respond to a reader who complained, "The title of this story is just an obvious platitude"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-2233486287336579551?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/2233486287336579551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=2233486287336579551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/2233486287336579551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/2233486287336579551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-man-is-hard-to-find.html' title='&quot;A Good Man Is Hard to Find&quot;'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-1242115229092878499</id><published>2008-09-16T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:18:31.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Everyday Use of Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Everyday Use of Irony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I glanced over the follow-up questions that came at the end of the short story and read through the side notes I had made, I realized that “Everyday Use” reeks of irony and contradictions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Virtually every word Dee, or Wangero, speaks has a tinge of condescension towards the very heritage that she supposedly values so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Additionally, this heritage and culture that is “special” to her is merely based on the superficial and material aspects which in turn, cancel the fact that she values it at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dee, from the instant she greets her mother and sister, up until the point of leaving, places herself above her family through her statements and her actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dee corrects her mother quickly on her new name; Dee says, “Not ‘Dee,’ Wangero Leewanika Kemanjo!” and claims that “Dee” is dead (25). The mother recounts the memory that Dee hated the house that they had lived in and consequently was too ashamed to bring her friends over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, when Dee arrived at the house with her Polaroid camera, she never took “a shot without making sure the house was included” (22).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially, I, as the reader, thought that there had been a clear shift between Dee’s demeanor in the past and how it was then, yet various clues proved me wrong; Dee still had a distorted view of her heritage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She acts as if she cares about her heritage but in actuality she only cares about the physical proof of her heritage solely for materialistic and superficial purposes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is apparent when Dee first greets her mother and sister; she said, “Wa-su-zo-Tean-o!”(21).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her difficulty with speaking the native language shows that Dee is not in touch with her heritage despite her belief that she is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later on in the story, Dee tries to take the blanket that her mother and Bid Dee made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When her mother decides to not let Dee have it but rather let Maggie keep it, Dee becomes outraged and storms out of the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the midst of her hissy fit, Dee reveals her true colors as well as makes the most outrageously ironic statements of the entire story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only does Dee say that “Maggie can’t appreciate these quilts!...She’d probably be backward enough to put them to everyday use,” but also says that Maggie and her mother do not understand their heritage (66).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dee’s statement is completely reversed and it is shocking to hear that Dee would even believe this absurd thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wangero perceives valuing her heritage through turning ordinary items, according to Maggie and the mother, into valuables.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in reality, the essence of the heritage is shown through putting these items that were hand-made, such as the benches and the blanket, to everyday use.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this way, the title is suitable to the story; it portrays how real heritage is seen through “Everyday Use.” (483)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-1242115229092878499?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/1242115229092878499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=1242115229092878499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/1242115229092878499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/1242115229092878499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyday-use-of-irony.html' title='The Everyday Use of Irony'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957044741980314623.post-5143692565047357939</id><published>2008-08-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:34:42.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;In regards to reading over the summer, I started with &lt;i style=""&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/i&gt; by Greg Mortenson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I largely base my liking towards a book on the style in which sentences are formatted in addition to a beginning that sparks my interest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately this book had neither for me; the sentences were solely informational and had no flavor, and the introducing chapters provided nothing for me but a desire to shut the book and walk away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stayed persistent, however, and read on through to around one-hundred pages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that point, I could take it no more and I refused to finish the book; I was insistent on enjoying my summer reading instead of trudging through yet another book of which I was not excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Consequently, I decided to give &lt;i style=""&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time&lt;/i&gt; by Mark Haddon a shot, a book that I had been recommended multiple times by numerous acquaintances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately for me, everyone I had talked to was right!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved every bit of the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I surprised myself by how quickly I read it; I got so interested in what was happening in the book that I was oblivious to the time flying by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right off the bat the book impressed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The very first sentence about the death of Wellington caught my attention and made me yearn to read on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way in which Mark Haddon created awkward phrases that are not spoken by the general public, such as “do sex,” made it entertaining and refreshing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I, as the reader, understood that Christopher, the main character, was autistic yet often times Christopher’s reasoning was logical to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haddon did a spectacular job of accurately portraying the obscure thoughts and tendencies of an autistic individual while at the same time making it appear normal; I found myself thinking that all of his actions and inner monologue was rational.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christopher Boone’s extreme hatred towards the colors yellow and brown and his refusal to make more physical contact than absolutely necessary add an element of the unusual that sparked my curiosity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only was there an aspect of intrigue in regards to the character’s quirky personality and unique thought process, but also in regards to the story being outlined by a mysterious murder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christopher’s role as a detective was entertaining; while he knew he was supposed to “stay out of other people’s business,” Christopher managed to find loop holes in order to pursue his goal of finding the murderer of Wellington.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, Christopher knew he should not have been talking to Mrs. Alexander about Mr. Shears in regards to the murder; therefore, he simply casually brought Mr. Shears up so that he was not particularly investigating but rather just “chatting” with Mrs. Alexander.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the whole of the novel, I ended up rooting for Christopher and sincerely hoping that he would succeed in all of his endeavors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he boldly decided to go to the train station in order to go to London and see his mother, the entire time I was hoping he would follow through and overcome his fears of large groups of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, when Christopher took the A level maths, I was unbelievably excited to hear that he had passed the tests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end I am pleased that I did not miserably read through the rest of &lt;i style=""&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/i&gt; and that I instead read a book that is very likely to be one of my top five favorite books. (583 words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6957044741980314623-5143692565047357939?l=devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/feeds/5143692565047357939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6957044741980314623&amp;postID=5143692565047357939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/5143692565047357939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6957044741980314623/posts/default/5143692565047357939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devin-ingersoll.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading!'/><author><name>Devin Ingersoll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03763803416780910950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
