I would present a man who displays every symptom of heroic stubbornness but who in the end is swayed by advice, makes major concession until his final collapse. He fails to live up to his principles and his great personality, which are nothing but a false persona. I would like to portray Creon as authoritative and prevailing in his first appearance with the chorus. Creon is giving a vital speech, a proclamation to the state involving the defiance of Polynices burial, he says, ‘the state, the fatherland, is everything to us, the ship we all sail in, if she sinks, we all drown.’ I would stand upstage left and slowly pace with a fierce persona, shoulders back, chin high, towards centre stage where I will be most dominant. I would speak articulately and in a low tone, pausing between every comma before taking a longer pause after saying ‘us.’ I would then look up to the skies triumphantly and quickly proclaim, ‘if she sinks,’ then pause, look regally across the audience before saying, ‘we all drown.’ I will not say this morbidly but with a warm, humbling tone to persuade the audience that this is a good thing to do.
"He is not impressed when he hears about Mr Birling's influential friends and he cuts through Mrs Birling's obstructiveness. * He seems to know and understand an extraordinary amount: * He knows the history of Eva Smith and the Birlings' involvement in it, even though she died only hours ago. Sheila tells Gerald, "Of course he knows." * He knows things are going to happen - He says "I'm waiting... To do my duty" just before Eric's return, as if he expected Eric to reappear at exactly that moment * He is obviously in a great hurry towards the end of the play: he stresses "I haven't much time." Does he know that the real inspector is shortly going to arrive?
Pray you let's hit together. If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us. Regan: We shall further think on it. Goneril: We must do something, and in the heat. As you see, how they try to dig a pit for their father even they have been given lots of property land by him.
For example, "But some day, somebody was going to get a mighty big surprise, and meanwhile everybody had better look out." (the last sentence) Uncle Jimbilly is a servant in his current life, since slaves were freed long ago. He was an elder man, with what seemed to be a mood swing issue. And the way he acted towards those who came in contact with him, would give anyone an uneasy feeling. For example, "If you wanted a tombstone, you
Henry Miller’s remark that “We make our own fortunes and call them fate,” has become a truism of our time. So what do you do when something happens that stands as proof that we may be wrong? As proof that there is “a tide in the affairs of men” that seems to have a will of its own, that we are being carried along on a current apparently predetermined, and certainly controlled, by forces beyond our ken? That’s how I felt the day I picked up the paper and read about Johanna and Kurt Ganthaler, the couple from South Tyrol, who had taken a couple of weeks in early summer to go on holiday in Rio de Janeiro, the grand and exotic former capital of the Portuguese empire. They were to fly home on June 1, on Air France Flt 447.
And so, which will it be? Murderer or hero? My fate hangs on the edge of this razor blade. The blade is gleaming on Captain Torres neck forming a perfect horizontal line which seems as if it is especially there to tempt me even more. All it will take is one hard swing and he will breathe his last breath.
Analysis – Almost Famous Can't stop now, this may be the last chance that I get. [Chorus:]You dream of trading places,I have been changing facesYou can not fill these shoes,There is too much too lose.Wake up behind these trenches,You run around defenseless.There is too much too lose,You can not fill these shoesI just want to be Famous,But, be careful what you wish for[Verse 1]I stuck my dick in this game like a rapistThey call me Slim RoethlisbergerI go bezerker than a fed-up post-office workerI'm Erkel with a MossbergI'm pissed off get murderedLike someone took a ketchup squirterSquirted a frankfurterFor a gangster you shoulda shit your pantsWhen you saw the chainsaw get to wavingLike a terrible towelI faced her aroundBut his fangs come outGet your brains blown outThat's what I call blowing your mindWhen I come backLike nut on your spineI'm a thumb tackThat you slept on sonNow here I come screaming attack like I just stepped on oneLow on the totem till he showed 'emDefiance, giant scrotumHe don't owe them bitches shitHis britches, he out grow'd emHe's so out cold he's knocked out of the South PoleAnd nobody fucks with himRigamortis and post-mortemHe's dying of boredomTake your best rhymes, record 'emTo try to thwart himHe'll just take your punch lines and snort 'emShit stained drawersYou gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsawsWhile he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauceGame's up, homie, hang it up like some crank callsYou think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skullsI'm almost famous[Chorus][Verse 2]I'm back for revengeI lost a battle that ain't happening againI'm at your throat like strepI step, strapped with a penMetaphors wrote on my hand,Some are just stored in my memorysome i wrote on a napkinI do what I have to to winPull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior'sNot even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike MeyersAnd tell
Put them on—or I’ll—or I’ll—spank you. He swallowed uneasily at the penultimate word, feeling nevertheless that it was the proper thing to say. All right, father—this with a grotesque simulation of filial respect—you’ve lived longer; you know best. Just as you say”. Ben finds it very difficult to “fit in” and to be accepted in society and when readers notice his backwards aging they will also notice that age and appearance have a lot to do with his identity.
Through his new found worship for them, he longs for their love, and most importantly, acceptance, as he says “[w]as I, then, a monster, a blot upon earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?” (Shelley 108). Through these lines of the monster’s, his essential humanity now becomes clear to readers; as
Eventually they get close to the monster, which eventually turned out to be a shark-shaped submarine, called the Nautilus. They met Captain Nemo, commander and owner of the ship, who told them that they were allowed to stay on the Nautilus, but, they weren´t permitted to leave. At this point, an extraordinary voyage under the sea began. Arronax, was fascinated by all the underwater mysteries. But, Ned Land was not happy at all, so he proposed to escape.