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ukdamo · 2 years

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The Tower

William Butler Yeats

What shall I do with this absurdity — O heart, O troubled heart — this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail? Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible — No, not in boyhood when with rod and fly, Or the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben's back And had the livelong summer day to spend. It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack, Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend Until imagination, ear and eye, Can be content with argument and deal In abstract things; or be derided by A sort of battered kettle at the heel.

I pace upon the battlements and stare On the foundations of a house, or where Tree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth; And send imagination forth Under the day's declining beam, and call Images and memories From ruin or from ancient trees, For I would ask a question of them all.

Beyond that ridge lived Mrs. French, and once When every silver candlestick or sconce Lit up the dark mahogany and the wine, A serving-man, that could divine That most respected lady's every wish, Ran and with the garden shears Clipped an insolent farmer's ears And brought them in a little covered dish.

Some few remembered still when I was young A peasant girl commended by a song, Who'd lived somewhere upon that rocky place, And praised the colour of her face, And had the greater joy in praising her, Remembering that, if walked she there, Farmers jostled at the fair So great a glory did the song confer.

And certain men, being maddened by those rhymes, Or else by toasting her a score of times, Rose from the table and declared it right To test their fancy by their sight; But they mistook the brightness of the moon For the prosaic light of day – Music had driven their wits astray – And one was drowned in the great bog of Cloone.

Strange, but the man who made the song was blind; Yet, now I have considered it, I find That nothing strange; the tragedy began With Homer that was a blind man, And Helen has all living hearts betrayed. O may the moon and sunlight seem One inextricable beam, For if I triumph I must make men mad.

And I myself created Hanrahan And drove him drunk or sober through the dawn From somewhere in the neighbouring cottages. Caught by an old man's juggleries He stumbled, tumbled, fumbled to and fro And had but broken knees for hire And horrible splendour of desire; I thought it all out twenty years ago:

Good fellows shuffled cards in an old bawn; And when that ancient ruffian's turn was on He so bewitched the cards under his thumb That all but the one card became A pack of hounds and not a pack of cards, And that he changed into a hare. Hanrahan rose in frenzy there And followed up those baying creatures towards —

O towards I have forgotten what — enough! I must recall a man that neither love Nor music nor an enemy's clipped ear Could, he was so harried, cheer; A figure that has grown so fabulous There's not a neighbour left to say When he finished his dog's day: An ancient bankrupt master of this house.

Before that ruin came, for centuries, Rough men-at-arms, cross-gartered to the knees Or shod in iron, climbed the narrow stairs, And certain men-at-arms there were Whose images, in the Great Memory stored, Come with loud cry and panting breast To break upon a sleeper's rest While their great wooden dice beat on the board.

As I would question all, come all who can; Come old, necessitous, half-mounted man; And bring beauty's blind rambling celebrant; The red man the juggler sent Through God-forsaken meadows; Mrs. French, Gifted with so fine an ear; The man drowned in a bog's mire, When mocking muses chose the country wench.

Did all old men and women, rich and poor, Who trod upon these rocks or passed this door, Whether in public or in secret rage As I do now against old age? But I have found an answer in those eyes That are impatient to be gone; Go therefore; but leave Hanrahan, For I need all his mighty memories.

Old lecher with a love on every wind, Bring up out of that deep considering mind All that you have discovered in the grave, For it is certain that you have Reckoned up every unforeknown, unseeing Plunge, lured by a softening eye, Or by a touch or a sigh, Into the labyrinth of another's being;

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost? If on the lost, admit you turned aside From a great labyrinth out of pride, Cowardice, some silly over-subtle thought Or anything called conscience once; And that if memory recur, the sun's Under eclipse and the day blotted out.

III

It is time that I wrote my will; I choose upstanding men That climb the streams until The fountain leap, and at dawn Drop their cast at the side Of dripping stone; I declare They shall inherit my pride, The pride of people that were Bound neither to Cause nor to State, Neither to slaves that were spat on, Nor to the tyrants that spat, The people of Burke and of Grattan That gave, though free to refuse – Pride, like that of the morn, When the headlong light is loose, Or that of the fabulous horn, Or that of the sudden shower When all streams are dry, Or that of the hour When the swan must fix his eye Upon a fading gleam, Float out upon a long Last reach of glittering stream And there sing his last song. And I declare my faith: I mock Plotinus' thought And cry in Plato's teeth, Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul, Aye, sun and moon and star, all, And further add to that That, being dead, we rise, Dream and so create Translunar Paradise. I have prepared my peace With learned Italian things And the proud stones of Greece, Poet's imaginings And memories of love, Memories of the words of women, All those things whereof Man makes a superhuman Mirror-resembling dream.

As at the loophole there The daws chatter and scream, And drop twigs layer upon layer. When they have mounted up, The mother bird will rest On their hollow top, And so warm her wild nest.

I leave both faith and pride To young upstanding men Climbing the mountain side, That under bursting dawn They may drop a fly; Being of that metal made Till it was broken by This sedentary trade.

Now shall I make my soul, Compelling it to study In a learned school Till the wreck of body, Slow decay of blood, Testy delirium Or dull decrepitude, Or what worse evil come – The death of friends, or death Of every brilliant eye That made a catch in the breath – Seem but the clouds of the sky When the horizon fades; Or a bird's sleepy cry Among the deepening shades.

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chattering-magpie-uk · 23 days

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Under Ben Bulben by William Butler Yeats

I Swear by what the Sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set the cocks a-crow. * Swear by those horsemen, by those women, Complexion and form prove superhuman, That pale, long visaged company That airs an immortality Completeness of their passions won; Now they ride the wintry dawn Where Ben Bulben sets the scene. * Here’s the gist of what they…

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rhianna · 3 months

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The Tower

What shall I do with this absurdity— O heart, O troubled heart—this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog’s tail? Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible— No, not in boyhood when with rod and fly, Or the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben’s back And had the livelong summer day to spend. It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack, Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend Until imagination, ear and eye, Can be content with argument and deal In abstract things; or be derided by A sort of battered kettle at the heel.

I pace upon the battlements and stare On the foundations of a house, or where Tree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth; And send imagination forth Under the day’s declining beam, and call Images and memories From ruin or from ancient trees, For I would ask a question of them all.

Beyond that ridge lived Mrs. French, and once When every silver candlestick or sconce Lit up the dark mahogany and the wine, A serving man that could divine That most respected lady’s every wish, Ran and with the garden shears Clipped an insolent farmer’s ears And brought them in a little covered dish.

Some few remembered still when I was young A peasant girl commended by a song, Who’d lived somewhere upon that rocky place, And praised the colour of her face, And had the greater joy in praising her, Remembering that, if walked she there, Farmers jostled at the fair So great a glory did the song confer.

And certain men, being maddened by those rhymes, Or else by toasting her a score of times, Rose from the table and declared it right To test their fancy by their sight; But they mistook the brightness of the moon For the prosaic light of day— Music had driven their wits astray— And one was drowned in the great bog of Cloone.

Strange, but the man who made the song was blind, Yet, now I have considered it, I find That nothing strange; the tragedy began With Homer that was a blind man, And Helen has all living hearts betrayed. O may the moon and sunlight seem One inextricable beam, For if I triumph I must make men mad.

And I myself created Hanrahan And drove him drunk or sober through the dawn From somewhere in the neighbouring cottages. Caught by an old man’s juggleries He stumbled, tumbled, fumbled to and fro And had but broken knees for hire And horrible splendour of desire; I thought it all out twenty years ago:

Good fellows shuffled cards in an old bawn; And when that ancient ruffian’s turn was on He so bewitched the cards under his thumb That all, but the one card, became A pack of hounds and not a pack of cards, And that he changed into a hare. Hanrahan rose in frenzy there And followed up those baying creatures towards—

O towards I have forgotten what—enough! I must recall a man that neither love Nor music nor an enemy’s clipped ear Could, he was so harried, cheer; A figure that has grown so fabulous There’s not a neighbour left to say When he finished his dog’s day: An ancient bankrupt master of this house.

Before that ruin came, for centuries, Rough men-at-arms, cross-gartered to the knees Or shod in iron, climbed the narrow stairs, And certain men-at-arms there were Whose images, in the Great Memory stored, Come with loud cry and panting breast To break upon a sleeper’s rest While their great wooden dice beat on the board.

As I would question all, come all who can; Come old, necessitous, half-mounted man; And bring beauty’s blind rambling celebrant; The red man the juggler sent Through God-forsaken meadows; Mrs. French, Gifted with so fine an ear; The man drowned in a bog’s mire, When mocking muses chose the country wench.

Old lecher with a love on every wind Bring up out of that deep considering mind All that you have discovered in the grave, For it is certain that you have Reckoned up every unforeknown, unseeing Plunge, lured by a softening eye, Or by a touch or a sigh, Into the labyrinth of another’s being;

III

It is time that I wrote my will; I choose upstanding men, That climb the streams until The fountain leap, and at dawn Drop their cast at the side Of dripping stone; I declare They shall inherit my pride, The pride of people that were Bound neither to Cause nor to State, Neither to slaves that were spat on, Nor to the tyrants that spat, The people of Burke and of Grattan That gave, though free to refuse— Pride, like that of the morn, When the headlong light is loose, Or that of the fabulous horn, Or that of the sudden shower When all streams are dry, Or that of the hour When the swan must fix his eye Upon a fading gleam, Float out upon a long Last reach of glittering stream And there sing his last song. And I declare my faith; I mock Plotinus’ thought And cry in Plato’s teeth, Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul, Aye, sun and moon and star, all, And further add to that That, being dead, we rise, Dream and so create Translunar Paradise. I have prepared my peace With learned Italian things And the proud stones of Greece, Poet’s imaginings And memories of love, Memories of the words of women, All those things whereof Man makes a superhuman, Mirror-resembling dream.

As at the loophole there, The daws chatter and scream, And drop twigs layer upon layer. When they have mounted up, The mother bird will rest On their hollow top, And so warm her wild nest.

I leave both faith and pride To young upstanding men Climbing the mountain side, That under bursting dawn They may drop a fly; Being of that metal made Till it was broken by This sedentary trade.

Now shall I make my soul Compelling it to study In a learned school Till the wreck of body Slow decay of blood, Testy delirium Or dull decrepitude, Or what worse evil come— The death of friends, or death Of every brilliant eye That made a catch in the breath— Seem but the clouds of the sky When the horizon fades; Or a bird’s sleepy cry Among the deepening shades.

1926

#project gutenberg #william butler yeats #wb yeats #yeats #literature #the tower

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jmkartworks · 2 years

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The Road to Drumcliffe – watercolor – 12 x 20 inches “Drink and carouse with Bacchus or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don’t sit down without one of the gods.” — D.H. Lawrence Most roads in the west of Ireland were designed for wagons and carts. If this watercolor were accurate, the car ahead of us would not exist, but instead, a flock of sheep. The composition needed a shape in the middle distance and a sedan seemed easier to draw than animals. High winds from the Atlantic and lonely landscapes are ever present here in this enchanted water-land of fens, brooks, ponds, rivers, lakes and bogs, and so are radiant greens, which I seldom managed to capture with my brushes. Three brothers were traveling to Drumcliffe in a rented Mercedes to pay our respects at the tomb of William Butler Yeats (1865-1939). His grave lies among a dozen others in an old churchyard under leafy shade with the mysterious shadow of Ben Bulben, the great mountain, in the distance. Yeats’ simple headstone reads: “Cast a cold Eye On Life, on Death. Horseman, pass by.” Four horsemen passing: Patrick, Tim, myself and our mystical companion, unseen but always present, the guide and protector of travelers, called Hermes by the old Greeks. Needless to say, he was excellent company during our travels. The road out of Drumcliffe winds south along the windy coast. We had no destination in particular, just some fishing village or other where, at a pub, the locals would suggest a welcome place to spend the night, or perhaps a couple of days. Patience, Curiosity, and Gratitude are essential on Drumcliffe Road because the Road leads to everywhere: to Rome, to Mecca, even to Home. Even to “the undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveler returns . . . “ #saatchiart #artistsoninstagram #fineart #imagination #arte #contemporarypainting #realisticart #pintura #modernart #kunst #visualpoetry #artdaily #artislife #artstagram #landscapes #watercolors #ireland More images on my website: johnmichaelkeating.com https://instagr.am/p/CgCi-rUsTZ5/

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bookvea · 2 years

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Who wrote Horseman pass by?

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#Who wrote Horseman pass by #Bookvea

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ca1iban · 4 years

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insanityclause · 5 years

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Harold Pinter’s “Betrayal,” now in a spare and thought-provoking revival on Broadway, is not about mere adultery. If it were, it would be just another play about selfish, venal people seeking extramarital sex for thrill, variety, ego-boosting, or whatever reason. And, indeed, selfish and venal certainly describe the three characters: Jerry, the literary agent who has been carrying on a seven-year affair with Emma, who runs an art gallery and is married to Robert, a publisher and Jerry’s best friend.

But what makes the play interesting and highly relevant today is that despite the sex, marriage, friendship, and the seeming connections among these three in this dark triangle, they are each alone. Yes, they interact, but their behavior is never free of the constraints defined by their relationships with the other two. They are haunted by social structures, rules, and stress. The betrayal in the play is not only what the characters do to one another but in a larger, meta sense the way in which the accepted norms of marriage and friendship — designed to curtail human urges like lust and competition — run afoul of our natures and are inherently unworkable. That conflict, in Pinter’s construct, is irresolvable, and what should lead to pleasure and gratification instead leads to unhappiness and isolation.

In previous productions of this play — including the most recent Broadway outing in 2013 starring Daniel Craig— it has seemed more soap opera than existential meditation. Director Jamie Lloyd, abetted wonderfully by designer Soutra Gilmour, has placed the action in a featureless, but elegant void. It is almost completely monochromatic, a wall spans the width of the stage, and props are just chairs and a folding table. Turntables move characters in and out of focus, and all three characters are onstage nearly the entire time. The effect is expressionistic, conveying the level of emotional tension that thrums beneath the surface.

The story of Emma and Jerry’s affair is told in reverse, beginning in 1977, two years after their affair has ended. They have returned to chilly, formulaic interactions of asking about one another’s families. It’s clear that neither of them got what they wanted. In a series of scenes stretching back to 1968, we see the highpoint as well as the dissolution of the affair. What becomes intriguing is how each of the characters is trapped and betrayed by conditioning that makes fulfillment elusive, if not impossible. That’s the gnawing tragedy of this piece.

Under Lloyd’s direction, the cast is outstanding. True to Pinter, the play often happens between the words, and that requires a level of focus and intention unique to this genre that each actor masters to harrowing affect. Tom Hiddleston as Robert is the model of British propriety and reserve, until he isn’t. Zawe Ashton is excellent as Emma, restless and lost throughout. Charlie Cox as Jerry plays him as the least troubled of the three with abundant charm. It’s easy to see why Emma would yield to a kiss at a party, when Jerry is drunk, not fully knowing the damage that would ensue.

This being a smart play about smart people, there’s some literate dialogue as well. In Yeats’ poem “Under Ben Bulben” about the futility and frustrations of life and art in the face of his own inevitable mortality, he writes, “Cast a cold eye/ On life, on death.” It’s a trenchantly chilly observation that’s very appropriate to this cool production.

#Betrayal #review #Tom Hiddleston #Charlie Cox #Zawe Ashton

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c2032 · 5 years

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Many times man lives and dies Between his two eternities,

That of race and that of soul,

And ancient Ireland knew it all.

Whether man die in his bed

Or the rifle knock him dead,

A brief parting from those dear

Is the worst man has to fear.

Though grave-diggers’ toil is long,

Sharp their spades, their muscles strong,

They but thrust their buried men

Back in the human mind again.

— “Under Ben Bulben” W.B. Yeats

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habla-memoria · 2 years

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Measurement began our might: Forms a stark Egyptian thought, Forms that gentler Phidias wrought. Michael Angelo left a proof On the Sistine Chapel roof, Where but half-awakened Adam Can disturb globe-trotting Madam Till her bowels are in heat. Proof that there's a purpose set Before the secret working mind: Profane perfection of mankind --W.B. Yeats, Under Ben Bulben

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konmarkimageswords · 2 years

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Under bare Ben Bulben’s head

In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.

An ancestor was rector there

Long years ago, a church stands near,

By the road an ancient cross.

No marble, no conventional phrase;

On limestone quarried near the spot

By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye

On life, on death.

Horseman, pass by!

(WB Yeats, Under Ben Bulben)

Irish poet William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) is buried in the Protestant churchyard, Drumcliff, Co. Sligo, Ireland. As Yeats requested in his last poem he was buried within sight of Ben Bulben.

https://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/yeats.htm

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/1860/william-butler-yeats

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43298/under-ben-bulben

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autoirishlitdiscourses · 3 years

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Discourse of Sunday, 17 October 2021

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I think that trying to get an A for the term. Currently, you did well here. Under Ben Bulben The Stare's Nest to the connections between the texts you see fractions. I suspect that this is the ideal resource, but I haven't been able to be changed than send a new follower on Twitter. /Glancing at someone else's job harder. Think about what your paper pay off for you, is not too nervous to appreciate other points of the novel the only good way to construct your answer. Of course, as it could spread your focus out; if you're busy during that time passes differently when you're in front of the class and get you one by ILL; I still think that this is definitely within range for you; I think that thinking about mothers in connection with Irish nationalism, depending on how to use this as written, would probably appreciate an outline of your own ideas. Another way to think more specifically on presentations of Irish identity are instantiated in the first three paragraphs of the most famous parts of the people who grow up.

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This puts me in an excellent delivery. Good luck with all of the calculation described there may not see you next week! The problem here is a quiz if it seems that it has some substantial strengths in this response. I can post a link to this offer no one else has already signed up for them to provide genuine illumination of both the broader themes with which you will quite likely a contributing factor.

You take on religion requires that a reasonable conversation about it with, and Stephen is also rather interesting: the paper itself, because it's a microcosm of some of the friend who was going this week, I'll try hard to get to people wanted to work with. Since you're interested in the long run. Reminder: Wednesday is the best way to do more grading someone asked in lecture tomorrow. More commonly, horses and other visual aids that will need to focus specifically on presentations of Irish, or Paul Muldoon for 27 November, you should let me know if you want to make your paper, and he's writing about one or more course texts so far. Sometimes working your own thoughts on this. It's just that you are perfectly capable of this, let it sit and then asking them questions about them with you that time passes differently. It may take me a copy of the poem that requires a fair amount of ground. So, you showed that you'd intended, while you try to track down my office hours are 3:30 to discuss how you can see it, and for giving such an excellent delivery. —Or if Gertie is actually a real discussion with the mainstream of academic dishonesty in the context of the novel. As promised in the text s with which you can make a final from my section website: How Your Grade Is Calculated in Excruciating Detail This document is an A-—300 F The point totals should map onto letter grades/to the specific parts of the things holding you back from your own ideas that you should provide a more rigorous, incisive analysis on its own rhythm and let me know and we can chat after lecture. Focusing on discussions of foot and mouth disease offhand, I think that it might conceivably be one of the recitation assignment here; it's certainly appropriate. I'm looking forward to seeing your performance were also a traditional vampire repellent and, Godot very top of the phrase I daresay from line 648; changed Acacacacademy to Acacacademy; changed which to that recitation, which centers around Bloom's interaction in a different direction, too, that trying to promote either agreement or disagreement from the analytical depth and with me or with the question unconsidered or otherwise need to know in advance in section, but I think you've got a good selection, in South Hall 3431. I think you're on task. Or about people of Irish culture and history as an emergency contact that you should look into and think about class in lecture if they need to hold the 11:59 p. You've done a number of ideas here. For Ulysses in front of me wanted to make this paper, and said I'm not entirely sure that you're capable of this poem. Here's a breakdown on your work on future assignments—and that writing a strong conclusion that Francie himself doesn't have to follow the boss's orders. Again, this was a fun class to jump out and talk about what you're saying when you argue that one of the following week 20 November discussion of the research resources on the assignment write-up discussion you may not like it much more happens in section. Papers with substantial deviations from the opening paragraphs create a sense of a play about the relative value of the students in both sections in this article in the sequence twice; changed for to cause in each paragraph, and have strong historical, something of genuinely meaningful contributions to discussion problem if it seems to me. Answer: a woman he has not been speaking regularly so far, but this wasn't on campus tomorrow afternoon work for you is leading the group to read from Butcher Boy, and, like I said, raising two quiet claws. I'm just suggesting two ways that I taught during winter quarter last year. Smooth, thoughtful paper that appears to meet me. Go over section guidelines handout, which is to have a student get abducted by aliens, you should wind up where you found it there and did this without being asked to make up the final to pull your grade by then. You have some idea of focusing on other assignments. The Plough and the world will know in a close reading of Irish Women's Poetry, 1967-2000 ISBN 978-0-916390-88-4:30 does that tell me when you do wind up attending section a total B-81. Mooney. It's likely, but you came up effectively to the complex material you're dealing with in their papers, but there are several alternate readings that you lectured more than that, I recall correctly, what does that tell us about the recitation of Stephen and Haines's it seems that trying to promote genuine discussion, and had a low A on it. You were also a good plan here. I'm glad to be any thematic overlap, it's not necessary to somehow include a copy of your discussion could have been a Danish prince to have sympathy for Francie, and make sure I have to speak virtually all the presentations as it is the best direction to take so long to get your proposals for text/date combinations in as his paper, to be a hint or not, let me know if there's anything I can post a slightly edited version of GOLD than you to work out another time to meet with me or with the how this text affects me approach is basically very much so. Just a reminder email for the term.

Remember that you are perhaps overemphasizing the strength of the situation for you if you want to just make sure that you're not merely adequate, but you still have plenty of material, and one might think about it. I still need to do that, while sitting in my 5 p. There are potentially profitable idea, not to argue that one thing, you fail automatically policy/, the American revolution, and you demonstrate in a lot of things that would be necessary, then to question its own logic. You may also find it productive. Thank you for doing a very good job of thinking about why and how it represents the original text in question doesn't make its point, and I'll see you before we both take off. There are a lot of really excellent work here, and you'll get more discussion leverage out of that earlier. 5% of all my students: Bloomswake-A journey through Joyce's Dublin during the week before I pass out copies of documents distributed in class. I fell that I get there before you do not distinguish between excused and unexcused absences, so I'm not faulting you for putting so much ground that it's impossible to say it.

Your ultimate guide to be articulated with sufficient depth or specificity. Again, well done. Anyway, you can get the same deal for improving your grade for the rest of the texts you've actually managed to do as well as signaling that if someone else who generally falls into that conversation.

Similar things could be. 3 were all over the break you deserve to be more engaged with the Disabled Students Program. These unpleasant implications have been done even more successful than it could. This may seem like a reasonable expectation that the first ID she tried because she was having. You've written a very good job with a text can be hard to get a thorough, fresh re-work the acceptable work that the questions to lead up to them? Come to section or not this lifts you to stretch your presentation. This will be an impressive move, too, that section was 2. This is when you type in a lot more credence than arguing for a more luggage than you were not born in and provide a reading and nuanced, and the 6 p. B for the third stanza; and added and before I pass out a number of things well, thanks! But you did a number of possibilities, you may not have a happy holiday break! As far as it could spread your focus out; but you handled yourself and your writing is lucid and engaging. Only my mother and some broader course concerns and did an excellent delivery. PAPERS RETURNED AFTER THE FINAL!

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