Second Hand Man Essay

been whether Socrates should be considered Man Thinking, as termed by Emerson. On one hand, some argue that because Socrates was unable to use his ideas to act and become powerful in his time, he cannot be considered Man Thinking. From this perspective, Socrates is not Man Thinking because he only thought but did not act upon his ideas, being more like the scholar than Man Thinking. On the other hand, however, others argue that because Socrates was Man Thinking because he did stood by his ideas until the very end. According to this view, the fact that Socrates stood up for his ideas is action enough for him to be considered Man Thinking. In sum, the issue is whether Socrates did enough to be considered Man Thinking. My own view is that Socrates’ actions, as shown in The Apology, were sufficient to categorize him as Man Thinking. Though I concede that Socrates may not have been in a powerful position in his time, I still maintain that power should not be the sole judge of action and ability and as such, Socrates can be considered Man Thinking, as he was depicted in The Apology. To get an idea of what Man Thinking is, we need to go to Emerson and his essay The American Scholar. In this essay, Emerson…

In the final chapter, “The Lives of the Dead”, O’Brien explains how the men were treating a dead body. They casually went up to the body and shook it’s decapitated hand. The uncomfortable thing about it was that they were so comfortable to go up to the body and do that. Death has a certain formality to it that causes comfort. The soldiers treated the man like he was alive. O’Brien reflects that the soldiers, “grabbed the old man’s hand and offered a few words.” The imagery of these burly, young…

reject the argument by themselves, but when using all together you get a better stance on the argument. Upon closer examination of premise one, I know that I have hands only if I know I am not a brain in a vat, this statement could be false itself because what if even if I was in a “Vat” I wasn’t just a brain but an entire body, seen within the movie The Matrix. Either way I personally don’t believe there has been an evidence to either disbelieve or believe this theory.…

There are three things that all gentlemen fear. A night without a moon. A storm in the sea. And the anger of a gentlemen. But there is a new thing that should be added to that list, the death, or almost death, of a loved one and someone you hold close to your heart. There was one point where I experienced one of my friends getting stabbed. He almost died, but another friend helped him. Like the play ‘Romeo and Juliet’ took a course over three days. Mine, only happened over the course of thirty…

thrilled to see we’ve assembled the perfect cast.” “Perfect cast, sir?” I said. “Yes, my boy.” He stepped closer to me. “When I was a boy, I hadn’t an ounce of talent.” “You didn’t?” I frowned. This made no sense. Mr. Panky was the ultimate entertainer. He had cartoons, music, and his own theme park. How could he even consider he had no talent? “No,” he said. “What I had…” He paused as if wanting to emphasize what he was about to say. “…was friends. Good, good friends.” He placed a hand on my…

shaking my hand (and apparently his middle name is William). He took off his shoes, a pair of biker boots with red spikes scattered about, and then promptly threw himself down on my couch. Instead of the standard long cloak and scythe, he had a thick leather jacket and a butterfly knife that made me nervous. He took off the jacket and threw it on the floor. Underneath he was wearing a worn out Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. I stood at the foot of my couch, watching this strange man flip through my…

eye at the marriage comment. Jorgan felt like the more he got to know Fynta Wolfe, the more confusing she became. “Now how about my friend, here?” “Ah, yes” He pressed the button again and the rails spun so fast that Jorgan was getting dizzy watching it. “I think this one will do you just fine.” He moved to help Jorgan put it on but a simple snarl made him second guess. “Okay, I’ll let her help you.” He held the gear out towards her. Fynta chuckled and helped him snap the back plates to the…

Licking my lips in anticipation, I grabbed the last one, the others having already been consumed by my also-very-hungry sister. As I washed it off, I realized that there was a chunk in this veggie that had gone bad. Man, was I in a predicament. I knew that I couldn’t eat it, but I really wanted to eat it. All I would have to do, I thought, is slice that bad part off. Now, my parents were constantly preaching to my sister and I that knives were off limits. Unfortunately for me, I made the gaffe…

extraordinary beings, making a life for ourselves by working our way to the top. We can make, extend, and terminate life, we can make amazing sculptures and machines, and we can live life the way we want it to, if we work hard enough. Hands make us who we are and my visual rhetoric is about the importance of hands. I chose this topic because of the diverse aspects of it; the different races, circumstances, and ages that all contribute to the theme. Every hand has a story. When I turned to Google…

getting as close as he could without escaping his prison. Ruby Ann hadn’t realized it, but she moved, too. One foot followed the other, bringing her closer to him until she could reach out and touch him. Or he could touch her. Her breathing became labored, her heart pounding in her chest and she felt hot. Too hot. She remembered seeing him for the first time the previous night, watching him as a wolf and then the man walking around after his transformation, completely naked. The thought made a…