Glass cliff

and a dreary look. Black streaks ran down its bricks giving it a desolate look and ridden with a sense of malevolence. The castle rests on the precipice of a cliffside. The cliff was an insurance of death due to the long fall. At the bottom beheld jagged rocks and the thunderous sound of waves crashing against the side of the cliff. The water was black and rapid with movement. The weather was dangerous with treacherous explosions of thunder and the loud cracks of lightning. The castle was known…

The Catcher in the Rye is a novel written by J.D.Sallinger published in 1951. The story follows Holden Caulfield’s experiences in New York after leaving Pencey Prep, a boarding school he has just been expelled from. The novel explores complex issues such as isolation, alienation, innocence, loss and identity. Holden tells his story from a rest home, where he spends his days after getting tuberculosis. A psychoanalyst encourages him to write about the events which led him to getting…

day, but it’s definitely dark outside. The two bodies appear to almost teeter at the edge of a flowery meadow atop what looks to be a cliff or some may say that it may appear that they are laying down in the flowery meadow. Depending on how you interpreted it, it will either give the notion that they are in danger of cascading into the darkness down below the cliff or that they could just lay there for hours and hours. Klimt's biographer Frank Whitford actually has pointed out that earlier…

Portugal is one of Europe's oldest nations and has set up its current continental frontier since 1297. Portugal is perfectly placed between the Atlantic Ocean and Spain, on the Iberian Peninsula's west side. Its proximity to the Atlantic coastline if the main reason Portugal became a sea-going country that lead to great adventures and discoveries over the centuries. Portugal's sunny climate and geographical features have attracted many visitors, who will find many up-to-date tourist features…

disguise that whole time watching everyone and seeing what he could figure out. But as Holmes and Watson are about to go back to Baskerville Hall they hear a loud howling noise and a scream, they then rush to the cliff and see a man wearing Sir Henry’s clothes who had fallen off the cliff. They come to the conclusion that this man is the one man who Barryman was signaling from the house. Things become much clearer, but also much more confusing for the audience. As we soon conclude that the man…

He explains that “I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye...And I 'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff” (191). The rye field is Holden’s representation of childhood, and the cliff represents adulthood. Holden exists out of place and lonely between these two realms. This illustrates how he is being forced to face his greatest fear, adulthood, but remains teetering on the edge because he…

she forced her white Honda Civic through the weather. 1:21 the clock read, the girl reached to turn on the radio, but all she heard was static. That's when it happened. A sudden loud crash, a swerve out of instinct, the sound of screeching tires, glass breaking…flesh tearing, and a scream to end it all. Her eyes slowly opened to darkness, it only took a moment for her eyes to adjust.... to realize. She unbuckled her seat belt and attempted to open the door on her side. The door wouldn't budge.…

In the novel, Holden’s ego comes to light in day-to-day situations. For instance, when Holden says, “Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that’s impossible…” (Salinger 136). This shows that Holden understands that he lives in an imperfect world; he is thinking realistically rather than irrationally or idealistically. It shows that Holden may be…

the path to the moon tower and 5 minutes later we’re at the base of it with a stone and brick road running in front of it with a fountain. It looked tall. The trees looked short. We climbed it all the way to the top and looked out and saw the great cliff drop to the sea just beyond the edge of the hill before us, and to our right were high mountains tipped in snow whose feet came right up to the…

keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody 's around--nobody big, I mean except me. And I 'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff--I mean if they 're running and they don 't look where they 're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That 's all I 'd do all day. I 'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know…