For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is
never new, it always must be heard. There isnt any other tale to tell, its the only light weve got
in all this darkness.
Near the middle of Sonnys perfo
Bartleby, the Scrivener
"I would prefer not to."
This is the most famous line in Melville's "Bartleby the Scrivener," and perhaps one of the most
famous lines in American literature. Whenever the Lawyer asks his scrivener Bartleby to do
2. But it seems to me that once you begin a gesture its fatal not to go through with it.
Sammy makes this resolution near the end of the story, as Lengel tries to dissuade him from
quitting his job. The issue here for Sammy is one of authenticity. Sam
Everything That Rises Must Converge
True culture is in the mind, the mind, he said, and tapped his head, the mind.
Its in the heart, she said, and in how you do things, and how you do things is because of who
Despite Julians and his mothers seemi
In the Garden of the North American Martyrs
And then I found myself thinking what a pitiful life this woman must have led. Imagine a woman
who could never see herself as she was seen in the eyes of her loved one. A woman who could go
on day after day and
The Man Who Was Almost A Man
2. Ahead the long rails were glinting in the moonlight, stretching away, away to somewhere,
somewhere where he could be a man.
Daves sudden decision to hop on a train comes as an unexpected ending to the typical comingof-age s
The Yellow Wallpaper
-Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be.
This comment comes just after the scene in which the narrator catches Jennie touching
the paper and resolves that no one else is allowed to figure out the pattern. It captures o
Out of the two stories, I found The Rocking-Horse Winner to be more stimulating. The
father had a low paying job and the mother was a commercial artist. The family in this
story was middle-class, but was always striving for more money. The phrase There mu
3. Did he really want the warm room, so cozily appointed with heirlooms, transformed into a lair,
where he might, of course, be able to creep, unimpeded, in any direction, though forgetting his
human past swiftly and totally?
-Until now he could not remember the time when he had not been dreading something. Even
when he was a little boy it was always therebehind him, or before, or on either side. There had
always been the shadowed corner, the dark place into which h