Those other wretches, how they bled and spewed, And one who would have drowned himself for good, — I try not to remember these things now. Let dread hark back for one word only: how Half-listening to that sentry's moans and jumps, And the wild chattering of his broken teeth, Renewed most horribly whenever crumps Pummelled the roof and slogged the air beneath — Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout "I see your lights!" But ours had long died
When is loses its power, chaos occurs. For example when Jack states, “And the conch doesn’t count at this end of the island−” (Golding, 166). They have an argument and begin a chant. Jack leads the chant and Simon crawls out of the forest to be brutally murdered by the boys. This shows that when a once huge symbolism of power loses its significance, mayhem takes place.
“All excess is ill, but drunkenness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men”, (William Penn a preacher, minister, and missionary in the late seventeenth century). In The Absolutely True diary of a Part-Time Indian, Sherman Alexies shows us how alcohol abuse affects Junior's life, how painful it is to deal with the effect, and how it leads to violence and death of the ones he loves. Alcoholism is a disease that affects millions of people and it isn't different for Indians as we see in every other page of this novel. To understand why alcoholism is a disease, it's important to look up it's effects.
Another visual image is used when “many has lost their boots but limped on, blood shot” and “drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots” creates the mental image of men struggling to stay alive, half rotten and half alive and closer to death (5-7). Another sample of image is used when he begging’s to describe the terrain “dim, through the misty panes and the thick green light, as under a green sea, I saw him drowning” not only does he describe the gas gulping his fellow friends but he describes the death of a soldier when he becomes drowned from the gas and his own vomit and saliva (13-14) Owen also uses auditory image when describing the effects of the gas on one of his fellow soldiers “come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud” the auditory image of such death is compared to being ill with cancer and knowing you’re dieing (22-23). Another visual image paired with “gas! Gas! Quick boys, an ecstasy of fumbling” and but someone still was yelling out and stumbling” creates the image of chaos and confusion within the soldiers that are being attacked and infected with the poisonous gas (9-10).
Nate then had a very severe allergic reaction and passed out. Everything then started to happen in one giant blur. The crowd split to see Nate’s passed out, peanut reacted body. Mayor Gundrum ran to Nate and checked his pulse, he was still alive. Candy screamed at the top of her lungs and ran to Nate’s side.
Some other things that represent how awful the war is include living conditions- fabric tents or open air sleeping in mud and diseases- they ran rampant in the daily filth (the most prominent was Dysentery). After being on the islands so long even the tiniest things are treasured. A single cigarette could inspire people and start fights. Despite the conditions there is always a way to push on. There will always jobs to be done, places to go, and things to blow up.
Nobody – that’s my name. Nobody so my mother and father call me, all my friends.’ But he boomed back at me from his ruthless heart, ‘Nobody? I’ll eat Nobody last of all his friends – I’ll eat the others first! That’s my gift to you!’ With that he toppled over, sprawled his full-length, flat on his back and lay there, his massive neck slumping to one side, and sleep that conquers all overwhelmed him now as wine came spurting, flooding up from his gullet and chunks of human flesh – he vomited, blind drunk.
After ‘The Cask of Amontillado’ By Patrick Moyer I start to leave the catacombs when I stop after hearing shrieks for help. “Help Me,” he cried in a sluggish, drunken voice. I return with “Do not worry dear Fortunato, as you are sleeping.” The crying stops, all is silent as I assume he is asleep. I know of his impending doom for I have seen holes where rats scurry, it should be a few days until he is devoured. Before I leave I say a prayer, “Oh dear Fortunato,” I exclaim, “may god have mercy on you for I did when I left you for the rats.
A lie fuelled by propaganda which drowned the desperate amongst a green sea of choking gas. It is from these experiences that my poem ‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’ was inspired. At war, you will be degraded to ‘beggars’ and ‘hags’ and you will be hacked away so when you are at your most vulnerable, the gas attacks will send you into a desperate panic for clean air. The quickened pace stimulated by repetition and punctuation of the ‘Gas! GAS!
Oftentimes, this Protestant and Puritan divine had plied it on his own shoulders; laughing bitter at himself while, and smiting so much the more pitilessly, because of that bitter laugh” (Hawthorne 106). When someone is this emotionally hurt, they are automatically isolated. Dimmesdale beats himself with the scourge as well as starves himself. Dimmesdale also hears demons laughing at him all the time. All of this comes from him being isolated in the