https://www.shmoop.com/lord-of-the-flies/power-quotes-2.html In Lord of the Flies written by William Golding in 1954 is a book about a group of British boys being stranded on an uninhabited island and their disastrous attempt to govern themselves. This book is an allegory. This means that the story is a vehicle for metaphors that represent greater ideas of the […]

SENSES SIGHT: Blue, dirty, plastic. It looks a bit like blue, plastic, popsicle sticks SOUND: It generates no sound automatically. However, it makes the sound of plastic hitting plastic if you hit the plastic against the plastic SMELL: Sour and dusty TASTE: I am not tasting this FEEL: frigid, rough, plastic, hard It is used […]

It was a bright cold day in April. The clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith had his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind. He slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions. He was not quick enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings […]

 What beast was ’t, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made […]

“Life is but a walking shadow ,” Idea: The brevity of life. Insight: Life is pointless. Macbeth, in Shakespeare’s tragedy deals with forces beyond our control. Macbeth who’s just learnt about his wife’s untimely death considers life to be “like a walking shadow.” It’s in his use of metaphor and the interplay between light and […]

She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a […]