A sick fear and rage swept him. Fiercely he hit out at the filthy thing in front of him that bobbed like a toy and came back, still grinning into his face, so that he lashed and cried out in loathing” (Golding 185). His emotion really got to him because he couldn’t understand how Jack and his tribe could be that sick and careless. In this example Ralph is enraged with Jack and his tribe because they don’t understand the importance of the signal fire. “A gust of rage shook Ralph.
In his preface to the novel, Remarque maintains that "a generation of men ... were destroyed by the war" (Remarque, All Quiet Preface). Baumer's closest comrades fall one after the other. The conditions in the German army are to harsh, they have no food, ammunition, moral is low they could not keep fighting. An important episode in the novel is when Baumer is issued a period of leave when he visits his home town. This leave is disastrous for Baumer because he realizes that he can not communicate with the people on the home front because of his military experiences and their limited, or nonexistent, understanding of the war.
A hatred such as had never known before was coursing through Severus like poison. He could see Black laughing at him, next to Potter. He could hear their jeers, "How'd the exam go Snivelly? ""I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment. There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word.
The frustration of the soldiers develops further as the conditions continue to be unbearable and now deadly. They begin to think about the rationale for this war. Many feel the war serves no purpose and that they are not getting anything out of being in Iraq,
Every demon is fast asleep” (285), “I wait for the bell to ring, picking at a scab or two…It’s like milking venom from my veins. Wonder how long it would take to bleed out completely” (402), “It’s frightening how much I just want to drown in this undertow of booze and pills. I drank a lot tonight, ingested an incomprehensible amount of painkillers” (481). Through the actions of Raeanne and Kaeleigh’s own behavior, Hopkins is able to create and build upon Kaeleigh’s
A rude, crude, cold-hearted man, that’s what Ebenezer Scrooge (the protagonist in the novel, A Christmas Carol) was. He didn’t have the compassionateness to smile, much less to donate to charity! Oh! But he was … Hard and sharp as a flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire, secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait, made his eyes red … He carried his own temperature always about him; he iced at his office in the dog days; and it didn’t thaw one degree at Christmas.
Writing to describe Wednesday 11th September Natasha Wilson Year 11 That moment arriving at the Army Training Camp, with sudden shocks bursting through the vehicle, the dirty brown creaking door fiercely shock open there was a terrified deceiving tear. The destroyed, defeated and dying enemies laying, like dull crooked, old-fashioned stone statue just like a crone or corps. Frozen on the pulled poppies marking through down, down, down on the broken battlefield. Shivering as the feeling of Rueben-Red roses ripping its way through my scorching souls viciously eager to harm. Burning through my throat… As the fear of traumatised soldiers fleeing their way.
I march down the creepy stairs and take a quick, second look at the dust rising from the floorboard. I look behind me thinking that I will see a hand, but, instead, I see the whole body! I run down the rest of the stairs and wipe the smile off my face. I'm almost to the door. I inhale a big breath of stale air and, with all my might, run to the door and open it.
And brother Dick, the father's favorite, pretended to throw up when Quoyle came into a room, hissed, “Lardass, Snotface, Ugly Pig, Warthog, Stupid, Stinkbomb, Fart-tub, Greasebag,” pummeled and kicked until Quoyle curled. Hands over head, sniveling, on the linoleum. All stemmed from Quoyle's chief failure, a failure of normal appearance. (pg.2) Quoyle was a
Miner makes subtle comedic reference to the classic stereotype of doctors having atrocious handwriting when he writes, "write them down in an ancient and secret language." He also describes shaving in a way that portrays the act as barbaric and self mutilating, "scraping and lacerating the surface of the face with a sharp instrument." Americans are seen by the author as private and secretive about their bodies and various bodily functions. He makes the observation that when they are in the "Latispoh" (Hospital) they are stripped of all dignity and control of their own bodies. Miner talks about how he finds it illogical for patients to completely trust thaumaturge when they have taken their privacy and may kill them with their treatment.