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World of PainIn the short story "Misery" by Anton Chekhov and translated by Constance Garnett the pitiful sledge driver Iona finds company hard to keep. No one respectfully gives him the time of day as he tries three times to gain attention for his recently deceased son. But people appear too cruel to stop and grieve every tragedy. Iona only seems to find solace in the silence of his horse over the intelligence of people who could actually react to such a conversation.
The hustle and bustle of everyday life makes one too busy to care properly for anything but the task at hand. Top that off with how little people care for strangers in the first place and "Misery" slaps you with the truth of a person's cold intent toward strangers. Iona only tries to gain closure by talking about his son's death, but as expected, his sorrows fall only on deaf ears.
The police officer, Iona's first attempt, only wants him to "Drive on! Drive on!"(20). While Iona only wants a proper reaction
Robert Frost's Two Roads"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood" (Line 1),upon hearing that sentence one recognizes the work of Robert Frost. The first time through this poem it seems to be telling of a great accomplishment and a grand ordeal worthy of praise. At least, that is the mistake everyone makes.Most everyone assumes "The Road Not Taken" is about accomplishment and making good decisions. That is not the case, once looked into; this poem is not so straight forward.
An eye catches a few things after multiple studying, for example, a person may be nonchalantly talking about a glorious occasion but have a pensive look about him. "The Road Not Taken" is just as questionable as a serious face during a happy moment. To put it simply, the person is not happy with his two roads, even if the words in the poem express it at first when read through the first or second time. Like any good literature, this poem needs to be looked into further.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh " (Line 16), note how he does no
BedAs the cool of night settles in, a drowsy aroma fills the senses, the head starts to go fuzzy. The calming colors of the layers of fabric strewn across the frame and the tantalizing indentation from the previous night calls for a body to be cocooned immediately. The sound of the wind blowing against the drapes amidst the calm of night as one is breathing steadily creates an atmosphere of peace in the heart. It causes a feeling of safety. Footsteps are heard, the sound is that of bare feet; it is no doubt bedtime.
An overwhelming scent of shampoo from many a night of showering before sleep bursts through the nostrils, sending strong signals that sleep must be soon. A breeze from the window blows against warm skin, ruffling hair and causing covers to be pulled tighter as one crawls into bed. The pleasant stimulation of the breeze can be felt every few minutes.
The sight of the pillows and blankets make it impossible to not be tired; one looks at it and it looks so soft and warm, a welcom
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