Severus trudged slowly back to the Slytherin common room. He couldn't understand why Lily disliked him so much. He did know that he hated James Potter. He recalled that afternoon's events. A hatred such as had never known before was coursing through Severus like poison.
With the image of a family fighting and angry with each other gives a very good example of one's effect with this disease. Depending on the type of schizophrenia a individual would feel very angry, violent and a numerous other symptoms (www.goole.com/health). “Certain doors were locked at night, feet stood there for hours outside them, dishes were left unwashed, the cloth disappeared under the hardened crust. The house came to miss the shouting voices, the threats, the half apologies, noisy reconciliations, the sobbing that followed” (5-11). In the beginning of this stanza there is a good image of people just waiting there for a individual.
This is where we see that the Devil is the ultimate tempter. Thus, the beginning of out story. In this short story there are many examples of ethos, and pathos. Pathos is the method of writing that stirs the emotions of the audience. One example of this is when Washington Irving says that the couple, Tom and his wife, lived in a "forlorn looking house that stood alone and had an air of starvation.
Cockroaches swarmed through the building unchecked; they inhabited the central heating system and the warm, juddering fridge motors in every room. In the kitchens were piles of rubbish two feet high that rustled in the dark. The light bulbs in the toilets were always being stolen, making the fauna in there difficult to identify; but the occasional shouts of horror from people picking their way through the darkness were testimony to its existence. The human overpopulation was equally intense. There were at least three and often closer to six people to each room, in which the occupants slept, worked, had parties, ate, drank, sulked, wrote letters, cooked, smoked and hung out their washing.
They lived in the trenches which were often water filled and rat infested. The smell of corpses and death was all around. Many of the doughboys were infested with lice or “cooties”, which was probably gotten from the rats. The sound of exploding artillery was heard and those who went “over the top” were often gunned down by German machine guns (The Western Front, 2010). For months these men lived in these trenches without baths, little food and knowing that death or mustard gas awaited them.
The smell of dead rotten bodies attracts rats. They are everywhere you look and some are even as big as Felix our cat. The other night I was woken up by Johnny screaming. As I looked towards him I could see a big rat (the one the size of Felix) had nibbled through his haversack and tunic to get to his flesh. With a cry of horror I threw the rat twenty yards into no man’s land.
The poem “Witches’ Winter” and the book “The Crucible” illustrate the life in the Old England. In stanza five, the poem showed how the cold and wintry life which the main character Abigail William was suffering. She was tired and abhorred the world she was born into, she had to constrain herself from happiness and joy. Once she tasted the joy of the forbiddance, it only increased her hatred to the cold world: “I taste dried blood on my lips. Better not to have tasted anything, not to have lived through the first winter when Reverend and my father broke chunks of ice into my Christening bowl.” This strongly indicated Abigail’s loathing, and the reason of her revolt against the old restrained law as showed in the book.
Address to the Toothache by Robert Burns ANOTHER COLUMN ABOUT SCOTTISH POETRY. WARNING: DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU HAVE ANY DENTAL APPOINTMENTS COMING UP. ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE BY ROBERT BURNS My curse upon your venom sting, That shoots my tortured gums along And through my lug gig utter a twang With gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves with bitter pang, Like racking engines? A down my beard the slavers trickle, I throw the wee stools over the mickle, While round the fire the giglets keckle, To see me loup, An' raving mad, I wish a heckle Were i' their doup! When fevers burn or ague freezes, Rheumatics gnaw or colic squeezes, Our neebors sympathise to ease us Wi' pitying moan; But thee!
Even now I sit, slump, shuddering, Remembering... Stale walls echoing lamenting calls, their house... A nightmare flickered in the red herring of betrayal. Stumbling hormones, skinless evil. it breathed... Blood red lips snarling, capturing someone else essence, bone dry. A nightmare...
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Dulce et Decorum Est is a monumental literary work that introduces themes of undeserved tragedy, suffering, corruption, and futility. Tragedy, by definition, is “a dramatic composition, dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person destined through a flaw of character to downfall”, and it is expressed through the use of diction that serves to emphasize the inevitable role that fate plays; words such as “cursed”, “helpless”, and