The figurative language used by Aron in his soliloquy at the beginning of act 2 scene 1 suggests much about Aron’s character and motives. “Now climbeth Tamora Olympus’ top/Safe out of fortune’s shot, and sits aloft,” Within the opening line,… Continue Reading →
Question: What does the figurative language that Aron uses in his soliloquy at the beginning of act 2 scene 1 suggest to us about his underlying motives in the play? I will be bright….quote 3rd person – idolises himself
Emperor of Rome dies. Titus Andronicus (a general returned from the war) is told to be emporer. He says NO! Emperors sons (Saterninus and Basianus). fight over emperor. Titus says Saterninus (elder) should be emporor, who takes Lavinia (Titus’s daughter)… Continue Reading →
In both articles information is present about members of the Conservative party giving a letter to Mr.Cameron asking him to delay the passing of a bill legalising same-sex marriage. Both articales share that the letter was delivered by hand to… Continue Reading →
Roost A short story inspired by ‘Hawk Roosting’, a poem by Ted Hughes. You sit on top of the world, your eyes closed; your thoughts are, for this instant, calm. Aloft above the clashing turmoil of the inner city, you… Continue Reading →
Roost A short story inspired by ‘Hawk Roosting’, a poem by Ted Hughes. You sit on top of the world, your eyes closed; your thoughts are, for this instant, calm. Aloft above the clashing turmoil of the inner city, you… Continue Reading →
Roost A story inspired by the poem, ‘Hawk Roosting’ View the ground from up here. Below me, the ground stretches endlessly in all directions, a barren landscape of drab outhouses, broken by the occasional skyscraper. The day to day battle,… Continue Reading →
I soared through the void, suspended by seemingless nothing. I hung, with minimal effort, in the sky. I serveyed the barren ground, scrutinising it for the meerest sign of life.
The flood lamps blinked on in a torrent of streaming bright light, illuminating the single dark track, walled on either side. At the finish a single box held seats, the remainder of the vast stadium empty. Footsteps echoed off the… Continue Reading →
The flood lamps blinked on in a torrent of streaming bright light, illuminating the single dark track, walled on either side. At the finish a single box held seats, the remainder of the vast stadium empty. Footsteps echoed off the… Continue Reading →
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