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Falling Bait your lungs with smoke, that meager weapon against the world, she becomes a sibilant curve the city lights, each breath a new paralysis in miniature. Catalytic the bridge you drive by as the red sun submerges itself in the river. Paranoia curls your fists, turns you down a winding stair. The wings of an angel materialize and you leap to catch them. Bear your broken head in hands press the ribbons of your feet along broken-glass passages, a sword finds your shoulder grey-caught against the gutter, a craven cry: lust: glut and salivate trembled completion in the street. Your love is Rumor, a savage Her cr

The metaphor that will be discussed in the most depth will be the overarching orientational metaphor tying the myth of Dedalus and Icarus with the persistent up/down themes and motifs placed throughout the text. By pulling various passages from the novel and performing a close reading, I hope to show how Joyce casts a plethora of thematic binaries into these orientational categories. He consistently divides experiences and objects in Stephen's surroundings into such oppositional categories as good and evil, health and illness, control and subjugation. With this research, I propose that by using the understanding of conceptual metaphor constru

I really need to rant. All I want is to scream voicelessly into cyberspace and hear no echo come back to me, to have my frustration purged and flushed like a bulimic's seventh box of twinkies. DA is a great place to do it, seeing as how no one here knows me (except a couple, I guess) and I can be as whiny and pathetic as I want to be. Please, peaceful public. Please don't read this; it's pointless and rambling and whiny and very pathetic. You've been warned! I start with the conclusion: human interaction is futile. Meaningless, hopeless, pointless. Why do we bother to attempt to communicate? Why spend hours, days, weeks, of our lifes in the