The dark and gloomy physical setting lays out the mood for Dostoevsky's novel, incorporating a feeling of utter desolation in the reader. ... I am sure it's quite half through your lodging you have become so melancholy" (216). ... He lays buried within his tomb for the whole course of his sickness, and he never can escape his conscience and his constant moral questioning. It is also in his tomb where Porfiry Petrovitch, a detective, discloses that he knows Raskolnikov is indeed the murderer; Raskolnikov's insane personality then "dies" upon hearing that he has been revealed....
One unfortunate day she left me alone and died hugging me. ... He had a bamboo stick in his hand and was about to beat me up, so I ran away and thought my mom would follow me but she kept laying there on the ground without any movement. ... My dear, loyal pet Johnny died due to an illness because I was not here to look after him. I had to go for the last rituals of my family who died in a car accident. ... I now had a home and a lovely master for whom I was ready to die. ...
I felt I must scream or die!"... His methodic ways of watching the old man sleep are also strange: "It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. ... -this I thought, and this I think"(1474). ... I felt that I must scream or die! ... I admit the deed! ...
Saida had one good dear friend, she was like a proper sister to her, Saida then asked Aisha her friend, if she would look after Sajda for until she comes back, Aisha thought to herself well I couldn't not accept to look after her for awhile, Aisha pleasingly said yes I"ll look after her. ... That night Saida didn't know what to do and was feeling very depressed, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom, opened the cabinet up and took some pills out, she was saying to herself shall I or shall I not? ... That night Sajda went to the toilet, she tried to open the bathroom door but...
He lays his symbols so subtle that most of the time they're not even found or addressed even by a commentary over the book. ... Allie is Holder's younger brother who died of leukemia when he was just thirteen. Holden loved his brother more than anything and when he died he punched out all the windows in the garage. ... This is symbolic of the love he had and still has for his little brother; he even quotes latter that "you don't stop loving someone because they die" proving that he still cares for him. ... "The first thing I did when I got off at Penn station, I went into this ...
Hinton's use of imagery allows the reader to visualize Johnny as a scared, innocent child because his is constantly being hurt by his parents in his own home, so he would not dare lay a finger on anybody else. ... I mean it. ... That was the only time I can think of that I saw him without that defeated, suspicous look in his eyes." ... Johnny never wanted to murder the Soc, he simply did not want Ponyboy to die right before his very own eyes, so he did the only thing he could do to put an end to it. ... After the Soc dies, and Pony and Johnny flee, Johnny's ways and personality do no...
The fancy sports car lay totaled as John, now with a large gash on his head, races to side of the car responsible. ... I think that if anything, this supports the idea of survival of the fittest. ... Well I"m sure everyone knows what happened. ... Now who has a better system, the mamma dog that leaves the tiger cub to die because it knows it will eventually grow up and kill off there food supply. ... I"m not sure, but I think I will trust my instincts, and not my compassion. ...
The fancy sports car lay totaled as John, now with a large gash on his head, races to side of the car responsible. ... I think that if anything, this supports the idea of survival of the fittest. ... Well I"m sure everyone knows what happened. ... Now who has a better system, the mamma dog that leaves the tiger cub to die because it knows it will eventually grow up and kill off there food supply. ... I"m not sure, but I think I will trust my instincts, and not my compassion. ...