Echo

Narcissism is a condition brought on at birth, as children our major concern in life is ourselves, my two year old niece’s first word was mine and if you asked her who the smartest person in the world is, she would undoubtedly say me. Adults are really not different, they may have learned how to hide this condition better than children but, as evidenced in literature, it still exists. This paper will examine the theme of narcissism in William Shakespeare’s sonnets through the works of T.S. Eliot…

According to Plato, this question is important because the man who is still in the cave is taken away from the truth. The men so find to think, to speak, to act in accordance with the deceptive shadows. They undergo their sensations and repeat in echo what they hear. The common point of these actions is their obvious fact. According to Socrates’ predication, the exit of the cave is a way paved of tests which requires a guide already made sensitive in the philosophy. How to know that we are going…

Freedom. Everybody has their own way to define the intricate word. However, for me it’s different. Freedom was the endless lake that flowed past my house on Wall Street, emptying out somewhere in the distance. Freedom was the smile on my wife 's face, when our children hugged her goodbye. Freedom was the joy spread when I interlocked hands with my slaves, when I brought them into the city. Freedom was the feeling of walking on the streets alone, while the wind combed my hair.…

No matter where you go, there is no escaping it. It is in the air you breath, the food you eat, and the drinks you share. The freshman plague is among us. Walk into any class across campus and you will hear an echo of coughs and sneezes, the signs that the plague has hit us hard. I am sad to report that I too have been affected by the plague. Two weeks ago I woke up with a sore throat and by the end of the day I felt as though I had been hit by a bus. By last Saturday I thought that I had…

reporter. “I’m terrified for the LGBT community and for minorities and women,” she said. “This protest is to show that we are making a commitment to love and support one another and to stand in solidarity with those who fear for their future.” Her words echo those of another, more prominent figure in American history. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. died almost forty-nine years ago. Had he lived, the soon to be 88 year old would probably be pleased with the progress our country has made. We should…

This piece is based on pitch set classes 01346, 0124, and 014 as well as their respective inversions and transformations. The piece is set in an ABA’-like form and explores the versatility of the clarinet. In the beginning, the piano introduces the theme of 01346 and following measure presents a chord of 0124 with the melody harking back to tonality by using an unprepared suspension. These set classes form the A part of the piece. Measures 3 and 4 presents 02356 in the treble while its inversion…

Signing Off in an Open Letter to the universe in this year of completion. As I bow at the feet of The All, source, spirit, the universe, god and the divine, it is with every inch of my being that I say, “OK, you win. I am to play, dance and sing.” It is from this space of realising that for as devoted, as I have been your servant, your student. It appears to be but a fragment of my imagination. As I felt my body and soul scream did I begin to retreat and really listen. As I let my soul…

the baby had down syndrome. Caroline’s feeling of distance enriched her, thus relating to novel as a whole. Since Caroline was a child she was very lonely and isolated “Distantly, silverware clattered voices hummed. Above her, footsteps moved and echo. She half dreamed of her mother, preparing a holiday meal while her father worked in the woodshop. Her childhood had been solitary, sometimes very lonely, but still she had these memories: a special Quilt held close, a rug with rose beneath her…

“Black people are illiterate. Black people are rude. Black people are ghetto. Black people are ugly.” With the repetitive use of those words, it seemed as if the darkness within my skin was not beautiful melanin, but beastly mud; tainting the pure white porcelain of my ancestors. As a biracial girl in the deep south, it was very hard for me to find and have pride in my identity. Surrounded by a majority caucasian friends, I was stuck in a schlump. What’s so great about being black? In an…

As the snow covered sled reached the bottom of the hill, the music grew louder, louder, louder, until he was sure that it wasn't an echo. Jonas transferred the last memory of warmth to Gabriel, and once again the flakes of heat began to travel across his frozen skin. Mustering up all his strength, Jonas lifted Gabe's frail body into his cold hands and pushed himself off the frozen sled. He trudged through the snow, Gabriel in his arms, and came to the first doorstep. He collapsed on the door,…