Heart of Darkness Intro

In recent class discussions of Heart of Darkness, a controversial issue has been whether Joseph Conrad has written with a racist view on Africa or with just a common tongue for it. On the one hand, some argue that he is completely racist. From this perspective, we can take the slightest hint of something dark in his books and see that he means it to be the African race. On the other hand, however, others argue that Joseph Conrad was writing in the language that the general public of his era would understand without being a racist himself. In their own words, “technically the story operates from several ‘subsequent’ points of view.” (Memory Chirere, All Africa the Herald) According to this view, Joseph Conrad used characters in his novel to express what was the common view of Africa.

The main issue whether Joseph Conrad is a racist or not. My own view is that Joseph Conrad was in fact racist whenever he showed a negative difference in a black or dark man. Though I concede that it is harsh to criticize him since I am living in an era where racism is not the norm, I still maintain that he is a racist and we can judge his writing so. For example, he used inferior, child language to talk with the African grown man. Although some might object that Conrad was writing in the language that would get him published and therefore should not be called himself a racist, I reply that anyone who sells his words is a hypocrite, and therefore, he is even a worse person if that is the case. This issue is important because it reminds us not to take our words and what we read so lightly.

Life in the Physical

Life in the Physical

All people have inner or subconscious feelings. They are feelings that others generally cannot see no matter how close they are to the person. These feelings can sometimes not even be realized by the very person who has them. That is how hidden they can be. All people hold back some of what they feel due to the circumstances they are in. What they would like to do is typically not what they end up acting on. With these feelings left inside and hardly let out, one will build up so much stress at the sight of a single unwelcome touch he will unleash his subconscious feelings/associations against the closest substance that he dares destroy. This is where people generally make their real feelings shown.

So, how do these feeling interact with our beliefs? The answer is… they don’t. As we could see in the movie The Elephant Man, Dr. Treves ultimately let go of his feelings when he found the man who had been bringing people from the bar to see John Merrick and make profit out of John’s appearances. Because Dr. Treves stressed himself over the fact that he had just lost a man he had hoped to keep at the hospital for reasons that remained unknown to everyone, he behaved in such an undoctorly manner and attacked the man for information he assumed the man would have had. The other ways people have found to let go of their stress with this same potential result are through imbibing an exorbitant amount of liquor or using drugs: anything that messes with the brain and how it controls the body. By messing with the brain many unlawful actions have caused conflicts to make the one who messed up his brain guilty and thereby announcing that he has caused trouble.

To exemplify the reality of my statement, think of a drunk man who gets annoyed at another man next to him. He would intrepidly follow what he feels should be done to the man for whatever reason, but because the law does not allow such behavior, the drunk man will be found guilty for the damages for initiating the unlawful brawl. The thing is: the man acting through his drunkenness will act based upon what his body believes it should do. This is why emotions are well-noticed in a drunk man. This means that being in this mood has nothing to do with have a certain faith. A Christian and an Atheist may act in the same way under impairing conditions even though they have opposite beliefs and therefore different base principles that would change they ways they acted due to their minds’ intervention.

Finding Good and Evil

The question “What is good and evil?” is an unfair and reasonless one. You could even call it an evil one, or you could call it a good question; both are acceptable statements. The question is based on the morals your mind decides to accept for reality. For example, if you are a Christian, you will accept that God is real, and you will follow his standard of morals; you will accept his judgment for what is good and what is evil. In the same way, if you are a Muslim, you will accept that Allah is real, and you will follow his standard of morals.

It was said, “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.” (Paradise Lost, Book 1, Lines 249-250) In this way, we see a grand amount of choice through the mind. If the mind wants something, it can just make itself believe something is truth to have it. Only a higher being who created morals universal to the human race would know what they are based on the fact that we have questions on morals, and we don’t have a universal reason to follow any one set of morals. It is unfair to ask, “What is good and evil?”

 

Grammar Homework:

question=noun

is=verb

good=adjective

and=conjunction

evil=adjective

is=verb

unfair=adjective

and=conjunction

reasonless=(created) adjective

one=pronoun

you=pronoun

could=verb

even=adverb

call=verb

it=pronoun

both=pronoun

are=verb

acceptable=adjective

statements=noun

based=verb

on=preposition

morals=noun

your=adjective

mind=noun

decides=verb

for=preposition

reality=noun

example=noun

Christian=noun

will=verb

accept=verb

God=noun

real=adjective

follow=verb

standard=noun

How to Be a Hero

The best superpower would be to have inexhaustible energy for one’s body. With this, one would not need to sleep to regenerate energy. One would be able to spend those 8 extra hours of sleep working on something productive. This would definitely help the person who had the power to resist sleep be able to work longer and be more productive, but it could also be used to help others who need sleep by supporting their needs that they would not fill without working through the nights themselves.

The question, “What superpower would you want if you could have any one?” is one of the most interesting questions a child would ask or be asked. The answers would vary among children, but they would all have the common reasoning behind them. The factors of their answers are their current interests. I used to believe the best superpower would be to live without needing to breathe. At the time, I lived in Florida where there is a lot of water, and I would often go swimming. Later, I lived in Moscow, Russia and would say the best superpower would be to fly because I would save time to not take ground transportation, which is pretty slow everywhere you go there. Now, the best superpower is having inexhaustible energy.

Nobody can naturally have a superpower. The only way to fully attain a superpower is by receiving it from supernatural being. One could create something or use something someone else has created to attain a superpower, but in doing so, the experience will become unnatural and uncomfortable. Take the 5-hour energy tablets for an example. They produce enough energy for the average human body to make one stay awake for 5 hours. If one used those as an alternative for sleep, the body will eventually create a tolerance for it and will demand larger and larger quantities for the drug to have the same original effect. Then if the body is still running on artificial substances, the body will take it a step farther and collapse on the spot in need of real sleep. “Kids, don’t try this at home.”

Superpowers are beyond our reach, I guess. So why do we think about them so much, especially as young kids. Does thinking about what superpower one would like benefit the thinker? I say, “Yes!”; these thought definitely help. They show where a person’s weaknesses are. They cause one to realize what one would like to change in one’s life. This emptiness threatens the one to do something about it, something that does not require a superpower. One just needs to look at how the superpower if he had it would change his life and what kind of outcome it would create. Then find another way to compensate to create that same outcome. Here is the real solution, the way to use one’s imagination.

As I have said, “The best superpower would be to have inexhaustible energy for one’s body,” and again, I have said that using alternatives would not create a good solution. The outcome of having the power to not sleep is working more outweighing the quality of one’s work. The substitute for this is to use the time one has awake for productive and quality purposes. This is what I must do.

 

“What superpower would you want to have if you could have any?”

Task 9

“I laid low the warriors of old and their like is not in the world today.” (Tolken, The Hobbit 226)

This sentence means “I” killed all the best warriors the world had to offer. The significance of this sentence in particular is more in the diction and tone of the speaker. Smaug, a nasty raging dragon, said this in his dialogue with Bilbo with words that seemed to make him a boastful dragon. It shows he has contemplated on this subject for a while because he says it so casually and with a conclusion. Its significance shows that people should not waste anything or anyone because they will feel the consequences for doing so, which are generally a combination to form loneliness. The fact that this sentence is a run-on in a well-known tributes book bothered me when I read it first, but when I ignored it, the sentence went on more smoothly with out it. There was no hint for a pause between the two short sentences that combined.

The player crossed over the defender of the AAS team and his confidence solidified on the court that day.

My imitation of Tolken’s sentence was able to carry you into a short story of a person’s start to playing basketball instead of trying to do well in it. This sentence is based on the necessity for constant motion to be happening. It gives an order of events that establishes time, and then it gives a place. It contains so much information that, if someone wanted to, they could write a whole essay about it.

Task 8

“He did not resist: two tears rolled from his eyes and hung on his lashes.” (Pg. 412)

This sentence greatly shows a lack of caring in Raskolnikov’s attitude about himself. The narration first tells us the fact that he chose not to stop or prevent something. Then there is a colon. After the colon the narrator tells us what is happening that proves that Raskolnikov did not care enough about his own image in front of Sonya to even try to stop himself from crying. The narrator used the word “rolled” to describe the tear. To roll generally includes a spherical shape or a ball. A tear has no shape and therefore cannot roll. It also cannot hang as he says it did from his lashes. These 2 actions require a solid structure. This is parallel to Raskolnikov’s uncaring mentality. His mentality is shapeless and is unexpected because no one knows what he is trying to accomplish, but his mentality allows him to do many extraordinary things.

He allowed his doom: the homework assignments did not end until class started and scurried to the grade booth.

This sentence shows a unique quarrel, the man against his homework. It seems that the homework is refusing to get finished and therefore, will ruin his grade for the day it is due. The first statement shows he does not care about his homework and shows that this uncaring carried on to his grade being destroyed that day. The use of the colon helps to emphasize this because it puts both statements in concluding order.

Task 7

“Human nature is a mirror, sir, the clearest mirror!” (Porfiry on page 342)

This sentence is very short but still has its tweaks and turns through which the author shows Porfiry’s tone and principality to the readers. The first half of the sentence states a life principle that Porfiry believed in. After he had said his main thought, he directly addressed Raskolnikov, saying “sir” to make sure he had Raskolnikov’s attention so that his grand idea would not be lost while only he was listening to his own speach. Then he emphasized the end result of his main idea by restating it. Writing the sentence in this way showed that Porfiry really wanted to get his message across Raskolnikov, revealing that this idea was very valuable to him, at least enough to make him become extremely serious when he said it. It also portrayed the struggle between Porfiry and Raskolnikov when it seemed that Raskolnikov wouldn’t listen or didn’t care for Porfiry’s talk.

Truth is a light, sir, the brightest but least seen light!

My sentence, like Dostoyevsky’s, uses a change in articles as I restated the end result. Because I use”a” at the beginning, I implied that there were many lights and that truth was a mere example of one light. Then I used “the” to indicate the specific light that only truth shines. Without this small change from repetition, the sentence would become boring and puposeless. Repearing an idea is the best way to make it memorable.

Task #6

Then Raskolnikov related (rather dryly) his conversation with Svidrigailov, Omitting Marfa Petrovna’s ghosts, so as not to go into superfluous matters, and feeling disgusted at starting any conversation at all beyond the most necessary.

This sentence shows Raskolnikov’s monotonous and uncaring tone. It states all the facts without any background details or side-notes. Also, this paragraph is situated in the middle of a dialogue, although it does not contain written or spoken words. After writing a complete independent clause, Dostoyevsky continued the sentence with participle phrases that spoke for Raskolnikov, emphasizing that he does not want to talk at the moment about anything but he still does because he has to inform his mom and sister. Instead of putting “(rather dryly)” as adverbs to describe how he related his conversation with Svidrigailov, he used parenthesis to show that Raskolnikov wants to say as little as possible. The main point of this sentence is not to tell the reader that Raskolnikov is talking but to show how much he does not want to talk. This is made clearly evident at the conclusion of the sentence.

Afterward, the teacher linked (somewhat energetically) his lesson to a real life problem, hinting at the Pythagorean theorem, in order to get the whole class on the same thinking track, and becoming more and more excited at seeing all the hands gradually start to rise up to signify.

Depicting my scenario after Dostoyevsky’s sentence, I was forced to make the sentence seem like a sped up and more enthusiastically charged scene with limited details, which pushed the reader to read it slowly and thoughtfully in order not to miss any valuable information. Each section of this sentence has a large input in the scent and if one part is forgotten, the whole scene is lost. Conciseness in this sentence energized the readers’ imaginations.

Preface to “Monotime”

The short story about a man and his attitude towards life in the city that he lives in shows how the need for change in people who have no emotions. That story is really good at capturing the mentality and tone of the characters. It spends all of its time bringing new scenarios to the main character to bring out his values and thoughts. The only reason why this short story is not well known and taught in any high schools is because its magnificent author, David Lessman, has no time to become famous.

Look down for the awesome story “Monotime.”

Monotime

The one sunny day in the middle of November presents a hope for the citizens of Moscow. They might actually have a relaxing day for once. Many will call-in sick to work and will walk and will lie in the parks till their shadows change from west to east. The roads and walkways have their usual cracks and dips but still work for their needed uses. Just the way life is in Moscow, Russia.

“AAHHH,” a man with blue eyes, a pale nose, and puffed up cheeks yawned as a booming cry from his alarm came screeching with the intent of waking the man to go and serve his duty well. No one else would have delightedly stirred to move, but the whole city was already working like a machine. He went into his kitchen for a bowl of cereal and found that he only had stained bowls for use, “Ishe!” Instead of dealing with the bowls, he went to grab a cup and ate his two servings of cereal from there without wasting a minute to think.

His next task was to travel to his desk in his office to read and copy down endless numbers of his business’s progression in the previous week. He entered multiple rooms and came finally refreshed and with clean clothes to his living room which was combined with the kitchen for about the size of a 2-star bedroom suite. The only thing he had left to do now was leave his apartment. He stayed put for another 20 minutes to complete the full first hour of his day before he left at 7:00 to avoid rush hour in the metro. He had to take the metro because he valued his life and money too much to drive a car in the city although he had stuck on his wall numerous speeding tickets he had earned from India.

At 7:02 he left his apartment and took a hike to the nearest metro, Mya____skya, or at least that is how he called it. He rushed down the escalator in hope to catch the soonest train going north. As he got to the end, he saw that small crowds of people were gushing out at once of the pillars on the right. He had heard the sound of the train coming to a stop while he was coming close to the bottom, but hadn’t thought he was descending so fast. Anyhow, this could only mean one thing… he must run through the crowds to step through the mercilessly timed doors.

It was now a test of speed and agility for him, but since he had trained himself with those attributes in his earlier years, he succeeded. He was now on his way north, and it is one of his better starts to a day. Now he waits…

I feel useless, just standing here in my working clothes and with my leather briefcase. Everybody seems as though life ceases to exist in this underground base of the city. It seemed more like a dungeon at the base of the city that all inhabitants would experience at least for a short while. He silently gasped, My bag was tugged! Is there an opening? Did I dose too far off to allow the man on my right to open it? He looked back and noticed the door had been stationed right behind him. IT must have caught my briefcase on its rubber window-seal.

The train’s brakes started to scream, but there was no sign of the next station. It was completely still, and yet no one moved except a few confused ladies who got up in hope of leaving the train. The man on his right gave a little push on his shoulder and was preparing to leave while the train was paused. It was now completely silent as if the only sound could come from miles away and still not be heard in the dimmed light of the metro train.

About five minutes into the new wait for the train to move, the man checked his watch to find that it was 7:29. Keep waiting. There’s nothing people can do about it. Just wait, wait, wait…

    The operator spoke something incomprehensible through the 10-year-old speakers. There was a sudden movement, and the waiting took a change in pace. When the train stopped again, he left and changed lines and continued east to Prospekt Mira. He was already late for his usual arrival time at 8:00 so he picked up the pace and went on a shorter hike than before. It was now 8:10, but he was still early for the 8:30 started work day.

The day was still young…

“Fred!” called one of his colleagues as he was sitting at his desk about to start work. He hadn’t even got his computer turned on. “Hey, what’s wrong? You have a slow start to the day or something? Your computer’s not even turned on.”

“Ya, basically,” answered Fred as effortlessly as possible.

“Yo, yesterday, I went over to the lady across the hall and introduced myself to her, and she told me her name…”

“Ya? Nice.” Fred was trying his best to sound as encouraging as possible, but mumbled, “It’s been saying that on her desk for at least the past 2 years.” He hadn’t given much interest into those types of conversations to catch up with other people’s histories.

Pause…

“Her name is Marina.” This guy wasn’t the smoothest of any guys; if you asked anyone who met at least one person besides him ‘Who is the smoother man between them?,’ they would not have picked him.

“That’s awesome, Pete.”

“I AM awesome.” He said, acknowledging what he thought Fred meant to say, “Why else would she answer me? Ha.”

Pete left to his desk and froze for about 10 minutes, dreaming about what his life would be like when Marina finds out he likes her. Fred stared after him with a look of superiority. What a “bozo,” he will never understand the basic things in life, which is why he is eventually going to fail at it. “What would be the point in trying to teach him, when he will just fail at life anyways?” This was Fred’s excuse for remaining apathetic toward Pete’s ignorance. Such were the rest of his relationships at his desk.

Most problems in the world are created with ignorance, and his “friends,” no doubt, had it written all over them. This is what Fred thought every time time he went into contact with one of them, while he was assuming He knew them the best.

This was his morning in the sunny day of Moscow, and it was 8:35 on his watch.

 

 

It was now 7:30 on that same sunny day, and Fred was about to leave work. He tried to find his briefcase. “Not again!” He looked over to the floor and found it there motionless. He looked as if it were his child who had wandered off while he was working diligently and without any distractions. He grabbed it and placed his head on the desk. After about 15 minutes, he woke up, put on his coat, and started to leave firmly grasping his briefcase in his right hand as he walked. He stopped and turned around seeing that Pete was not at his desk. He looked over to Marina’s desk. Pete was sitting in front of it seeming very intense and comfortable at the same time. He walked toward him and stopped as Pete turned around toward him.

“Fred,” called out Pete seeming like the most excited man, and if life were to have needed a physical definition, he would have defined it at that moment. He ran over to Fred who was now in utter confusion and said, “I did it, I did it.”

“…”

“I am now dating Marina, and I have friended her on facebook. WE now have the ‘In a relationship with’ status.”

“wow, interesting,” Fred declared while trying to understand what the heck Pete did during his work day and how Pete could have changed his whole self to be able to speak like a gentleman with her. Maybe she is just like him and thinks everything he says, he means as a joke. I don’t know. Who cares? It is not like anyone is jealous or anything. “Nice work,” he finally got out after concluding that Pete had spent his entire working period talking with her and doing whatever he did to convince her to date him. It could be that he did not do this for the first time with a lady. He may have just been acting stupid around me so that he could show off his achievements as an amateur. Here is the competition. Here he sees a threat from me. Too bad for him that I am not immature like he.

“Anyway, I just wanted to tell you the Good News. See ya.” He left with a smile centered in his body but still had the professional walking form of a businessman. He stood next to the desk for a slice of a moment, and seeming as though he sensed something, he sat down in his chair to wait for Marina to return.

Till then, Fred had been staring at him from where they had stood. He turned around and saw that Fred had already left to the metro and went home. As he waited for his new love, she — she always comes at the right moments– returned, and her ironed charcoal hair was fixed in a careful manner. They sat and talked for a while and left at around the same time Fred would have gotten to the metro.

 

 

It was now 8:20 after Fred picked up his Shaurma for dinner and was standing on the platform waiting for a train to come by and pick him up. A Russian woman named “Who knows” had charcoal hair that was somehow ironed and carried a tan purse with blue sparkles in its design. She approached him, and he didn’t move. Even when she bumped into Fred, he did not move. Her eyes were uncovered by the crooked glasses, and without fixing them she said, “Eizvenetye” in a calm and miniscule innocent apology. He understood that she was blind, and she continued walking diagonally from the platform.

The train was coming, and Fred stepped forward while pondering about whatever he felt like. Splat. Fred turned to his left and saw that _____’s crooked glasses were on the platform without any eyes behind it. Her purse was sliding to the gap between the train and the platform. As the train was breaking to come to the precise stopping point that all trains do in Moscow no matter the circumstances, its horn –it is most often used to signal civilians away from the edge of the platform– blew its hardest. The only other sound was a man’s voice softly and securely asking _____ if she was hurt. It was obviously seen by the red line of blood on her forehead that she was hurt because it was expanding wide and down.

Fred saw that her purse was a few moments away from falling into the gap to the tracks. He flinch to pick it up in time, but when he came to his senses, he quickly walked through the doors before they were scheduled to close. He stayed next to the back door and watched other people run right past the accident’s victim without a pause to get through the scheduled doors. He wanted to shame all those people who didn’t hesitate to run past that woman and not help her, but he sensed there was something wrong in doing that.

Another paused train. Two police officers came to the scene and guided the frightened woman to the back of the metro through the caged gate underneath the digital clock. A few more workers came and strategized over how to get _____’s purse out of the way while the driver got back into his seat without any kind of shock through it all. He restarted the train and closed the doors in front of the last of the runners.

By now the train car that Fred was in seemed as if it were transporting stocks of people during a “Rush Hour” shift, but it was already 95 minutes past the traditional Rush Hour. All the people there were either sitting or standing; reading or staring off into their early dreams. The Train … Started … Slowly … then coasted for about 10 seconds and sped up. The machine worked again.