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O u t l i n e : L i g h t & D a r k n e s s

B. Light and Darkness essay prompt

Introduction:
     Thesis:  The intertwined themes of light and darkness are contrasted in Heart of Darkness, both   literally and figuratively.

Body:

     1. Marlow (the light:  protagonist, unselfish, honest) VS. Kurtz (the darkness:  antagonist, greedy, exploitative)
    
     2. Europe (the light:  civilized, educated, sophisticated) VS. Africa (the darkness:  new, savage, basic)
    
     3. The Congo River (the light:  safe, familiar, open to sunlight) VS. The Congo Forest (the darkness: dense, unknown, home of savages, shaded by massive canopy growth)

     4. The Fog Upon The River Shortly Before Reaching Kurtz (the light:  a completion, fulfilment, nothing more to fear, a leg of the journey over) VS. The Fog Upon The River Shortly Before Reaching Kurtz (the darkness: too dark to see Kurtz, too dark to see your own hand, too dark to see one's morals)     Yes the light and darkness are the same exact thing.

     5. How both light and dark must coexist in previous four (4) examples.

Conclusion:  conclude points of body
                                                     The End

But Joseph, why did you choose the prompt that contrasts light and darkness?
I chose the theme of light contrasting darkness because it was definitely present in Heart of Darkness.  I found plenty of dark and light contrasts in literal presence or lack of color, as well as personalities and moods.  It is pretty obvious there are both light and darkness in the book; the title is Heart of DARKNESS.  The prompt was an essay from the real A.P. exam, so writing it will help me prepare for the test.  It will be pretty sweet to be literal and figurative in finding both the light and darkness of the same thing, or intertwined things, and how nothing can exist in pure light or pure darkness, as holds true in the book.  The first four points of my body will be demonstrative ways in which Heart of Darkness shows the contrast between light and darkness and my fifth point will tie the light and darkness of these points together.

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Cartolina Alla Mia Zia~Il Quindici Marzo

Dear Aunt Ali Bambina,
Your ship sucks.  Thanks a ton for leaving me stranded on an African beach with a dead ship.  The Europeans here are lazy and only supposedly intelligent because of their parents' riches and that's how they're coasting through life, on this tropical coast.  And beyond the coast is a wall.  A green wall stops our entry to a prehistoric location.  No entry is possible through the deep thickets, full of bugs and hungry dinosaurs.  At night the forest roars of silence lulling me into the impossibility of sleep.  The only hardworking person I've heard of since coming to the Dark Continent is signor Kurtz.  He's climbing the power ladder, built from African wood, while his morals are Niagra Falling.  He is very respected or feared.  Whichever, because it doesn't matter.  Like a diety it's both and he's listened to without opposition.  His self-made image is bigger than the Congo Jungle, with just as many dark nooks and crannies.
As Rick Ross appropriately raps:
Self-made, You just affiliated
I built it ground up, You bought it renovated
He's at the top with too heavy of an ego that will send him down. Likely this will occur at the hands of this boy and his uncle that I heard talking poorly about signor Kurtz.  They want him gone.  And they don't care who knows.  I can trust the natives working aboard my ship better than these flaky, egotistical Europeans.  The natives do the jobs better and work harder.  They are uneducated, but that is not their fault and we come in and take advantage of their incompetence and enslave them.  We are running out of food and must find Kurtz soon.  Maybe he can strengthen my biceps enough so I can climb up the power ladder behind him; hopefully he is not sick with any of the new tropical diseases.  If he does fall to sickness, he will hit the ground hard and leave a nice open slot at the top that I can hopefully fill.  Just last night as we were going up the river, we stopped at a small clearing and I found a book with what I later learned to be Russian written in the margins as well as a note saying to be cautious.  We could feel, if not see, the eyes of the inland natives staring at these invaders on a massive shiny water creature.  They knew nothing of us; we could barely recognize their presence.  Sticks starting to hit our ship.  The bloody ruffians were shooting arrows at us!  In general, there was little force to them and I got out of the way.  A big loss was the fact that my helmsman was mortally wounded.  That's tragic.  An attack from the trees themselves; out of nowhere. That's magic.  Sensing their was nothing else to do I struggled to lift this burly man from our ship and into the river.  Adios.  I did not want any of my men to even think of consuming a fellow mate.  We lost all his belongings as well:  a proper burial in this savage place.  The smell of death reeks in the humidity here.  The very soil is the death of all the plants and animals before us, to which my good helmsman was added.  The unknown factor surrounding everything in this continent instills fear in us Europeans.  We are no longer in control, but we desperately want to be.  The Imperialist movement will fail my dearest aunt.  Adios.
~Marlow
 

P.S. Aunt Ali Bambina, I drew this picture of signor Kurtz from my mental image of him.  I would say he is probably the biggest boss in Africa!


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Fontana Della Gioventù~Febbraio 9

Joseph, an individual living in a small, rural, town has been found to be positive for mange and a human strain of rabies.  Professional doctors have estimated he has exactly 24 hours to live.  It is 8:50 in the morning, Mountain Time, on Monday, February 9th, 2012.  Joseph is in the middle of English class and just sprints out, down the hall to his mom's room and nabs her credit card.  Using the credit card, he prints off a plane ticket:
DESTINATION: Miami
LEAVING FROM: Bozeman    AT: 10:30
45 minutes before the plane lands in Miami, Joseph yells the one word you don't say on a plane.  Everyone decides this is a great time to stress out, yell, and run around the plane.  In the midst of the chaos, Joseph decides to nab a parachute and oxygen tank, break the emergency exit, and jump to the ground below.  Floating down, Joseph is only a couple dozen meters from the Gulf of Mexico on Florida's panhandle.  Running to a nearby fishing town, Joseph steals a small rowboat with a net tucked under the seat and rows out to sea.  Joseph spends quite some time singing childrens' nursery rhymes until the surrounding water starts churning with something swimming around the boat.  Obviously, it is the breed of mermaid native to this area, Serenatio Toremontallo.  One of the mermaids tries to seduce Joseph.  This kid about to die did absolutely not fall for it and threw the net over her, tangling her up.  She flailed, but to no avail.  Once on shore, the weak minded mermaid teared up, missing her ocean kin.  Joseph looked all over the boat for something to place the tear in, finally finding a glass bottle.  He returned the mermaid to the sea and began trekking through the dense forest.  Scouring the landscape for any sign of Queen Anne's Revenge, the colossal ship of Ponce de Leon, Joseph becomes distracted by some kids juggling a worn-out soccer ball in the backyard of a run-down shack.  Joseph becomes too distracted and walks over and says hello.  The boys speak in a very Southern dialect, speaking like Tituba.  The two say they have a soccer game that evening and need two more players.  They ask Joseph if he would like to join their team.  Of course he answers in the affirmative and the three gear up.  While the boys' dad drives in on a windy road to Pensacola, Florida, in a broken-down Toyota, the boys ask Joseph if he was looking for the Fountain of Youth.  Of course he was.  They knew and Joseph knew so he admitted to having mange and rabies and that by this time, he only has 16 hours to live.  The younger boy's eyes glint as he says it won't make a difference.  A big flash blinded the four and the boy was right.

In a French news report on Tuesday, the 10th, it is reported someone bombed the United States, missing Miami by a fair amount.  A communist sect, based on a globally unknown island, 475 miles south of Honolulu, dropped a nuclear warhead over Florida.  The plane was followed by satellite surveillance on its return to the island.  The bomb contained a biochemical designed to infect a few individuals.  The endorphin in the chemical would enter the brain, partially reprogram it, and reconfigure goals and perceived consequences, leading the individual with one primary function:  to infect others of the species.  The warfare eventually led to the downfall of the entire New World.  You can forget about who will win the presidential election this fall and the 2014 World Cup.

Strega Bambina Terapia~Febbraio 2

Reverend Parris has decided to visit a Salem therapist to see what can be done with Abigail to alleviate her newly found idea of turning Salem upside down and accusing dozens of people of witchcraft.  Parris fills out the following form to help the therapist know some things a bit better about Abigail before he makes any conclusions:
Name:  Abigail Williams
Age: 17
Parents:  Deceased
Grandparents:  Deceased
Children: None
Favorite Color:  Black
Favorite Movie:  The 1690s prequel to The Exorcist
Hobbies:  Until recently, weaving and reading poetry.  More recently, dancing and chanting in the forest.
Social Class:  Lower middle class
Social Security Number:  NA
Commandments known: 8

The following is what transpires between Parris and the therapist:


Hello Mr. Therapist.  Have you thought any about what is happening to Abigail?  Have you come up with anything to do about it?

I have thought about it much, yes.  She is going through a lot of changes.

Well then, what is wrong with my Abigail?

Well.  Her main fault is lying.  All of her actions boil down to this sin.  To cover up the reason why Abigail was fired, she said merely because she did not want to serve as a slave to the Proctors.  Abigail lied about anyone being naked in the forest.  And this entire time, she has been lying about the witchcraft dilemma.  Of anyone in this town, Abigail has done the most witchcraft.  She danced in the forest with Tituba and drank the chicken blood to try to get John Proctor back.  She lied every single time she opened her mouth about witchcraft.  The Proctors fired her.  They had no poppets.  Many of her lies have ended up with people accused or placed in jail.  Abigail doesn't stop lying.  In the courtroom, Abigail says she sees Mary Warren's spirit up in the rafters in the shape of a bird.

Why is she like this?

Abigail made a mistake of sleeping with her employer many months back.  As a youth she can not easily forget this time and wants Mr. Proctor again.  Mr. Proctor did not see anything coming about from the two sleeping together, while Abigail does.  An intense event like this could change some major factors of how Abigail reasons.  These changes might have led to only one goal in life:  to marry John Proctor.  The only thing standing in her way, in Abigail's mind, is Elizabeth Proctor.  Starting all the hysteria and adding Elizabeth Proctor's name to a list of "witches" is a convenient way to get rid of Elizabeth.  John Proctor sees this and tried to tell the truth of Abigail's fraudulent behavior, but when Elizabeth was questioned, she denied John's relationship with Abigail and the cause of her firing to protect her husband's reputation.

How have these past few months changed Abigail's character?

Abigail seems to have always gotten what she wanted, until now, when John Proctor is out of her reach.  Her character is very much the same, although she obsesses over one thing.  This obsession over John Proctor consumes much of her time and efforts.  With the court system of Salem wrapped around her little finger, Abigail now has full control.  Like so many people before and after her, the power role gets to her.  She no longer has the sole desire of marrying John.  Elizabeth has been jailed.  Abigail set this up, so John has been turned against her and Abigail is starting to see this.  She does not have much choice at this point except to continue blaming people until she has most of the town against her.  With John's realization of Abigail's intent, there is little future for them and Abigail realizes this.

What needs to be prescribed for her?

Given the fact that we live in the 1690s, little medication is available.  I believe the most reliable way to rid Abigail of her lying is to send her off to boarding school.  A tough life and education should straighten her out. At some point she should be allowed to return to Salem to mix again with the townsfolk here.  Now things are too stirred up and she is the cause of much of it.  I am thinking of leaving myself.  I don't want to be hanged and by the rate it's going, I will be hanged no later than next Thursday.

Okay.  That will be difficult to do, but I'll try.  She is in so much power now I do hope she does not convict me, her uncle, as well for witchcraft when I send her away to boarding school.  Thank you very much and good luck escaping before your name is added to her witch list.

Okay Mr. Parris and good luck trying to control your niece's impulses.

Okey doke.  Goodbye.

Crogiolo Atto Terzo~Gennaio 26

ACT III

Setting is in the forest the following break of dawn.  Tituba, Mary, Mercy, Ruth, and Abigail are there.  Tituba is chanting in Barbados around a fire.  Mercy and Ruth are dancing naked.  Abigail holds up a new poppet that Mary made.

Abigail: How could you lose the poppet on the way to the Proctors'?  You're such a dunce.

Mary: It was dusk and something chased me and I dropped it in the grass and couldn't go back.  What       happened to you plan of stabbing the needle?

Abigail: I dropped my needle and couldn't find it.

In the background Tituba chants to Mercy and Ruth to drink chicken blood.

Abigail: You won't screw up this time or I'll have your head smashed.

Mary: I can't not--

Abigail: Shut up and take this poppet!  Or...Let's make this poppet Elizabeth.  Make another John poppet and John poppet cater to the Elizabeth one.  For now.

Ruth: To Tituba: Give me chicken blood and say your stupid Barbados.  I want me brothers and sisters back!

Tituba: Me need poppets for to make baby come backs.  Here chicken blood.  Drank!

A movement is in the soup as a tiger salamander slides in.  The salamander had just come from a mold patch of ergot.  Ruth takes a sip.  Nothing happens for awhile.  After an hour, nausea and sweating, which progress to vomiting, violent convulsions, paralysis, and a coma.  The other girls watched this whole time, until now.  They all fled.  The scene switches to the Proctors' home the same morning.

John: Exiting his bedroom to find Elizabeth cooking: What are you doing up so early?

Elizabeth:  Just making my good husband some oatmeal cereal and pancakes.  Is that alright with you?

John: Of course, of course. How did I not hear you get up?

Elizabeth: Silly man, you slept deep after our talk last night.

John: Oh yeah, so what conclusion you come to after last night?

Elizabeth: I apologize for acting like that.  You are right John, it was a long time ago and you have been good and well since.  And everyone makes mistakes.  It's really no problem now.

John: Oh that's unexpected, but nice.

 The scene switches to the fleeing girls a few hours later, in the afternoon.  After they fled a good few miles away, they stopped to rest.  In the commotion, nobody was able to salvage any food.  In the quest for food, Mercy and Tituba find some harmless berries, which the group gorges.

Abigail: So Mary, how is our little miss Elizabeth treating her husband?

Mary: Oh perfect, this time we have been running, I told her what to say to John and the dolls are changing good like.

Abigail: Good.

Tituba: Who that comes over hill for we?  It has them clothes of Ruth me believe.

Abigail: Oh *1600s expletive*!  It is.  And she has a funny limp and her arms are a'reaching.  Does anyone else see this?  What's the meaning of this?

Mercy: We stay or run?  She never a fast runner to me knowledge.

Abigail: We um--.  I think we should--.

At this point the scene returns to John Proctor's home.  A thunderous knocking has come from the big oak doors.  John gets up from his dinner to open the door.

John: Mr. Hale.  God why has he come back?  To look for more poppets I suppose?  He opens the door.  Mr. Hale please come in.  How can we help you?

Hale: Mr. Proctor.  Goody Proctor.  After seeing the godly woman Rebecca Nurse charged, I am leaving.  Not to be Mr. Pontius Pilate, but this town is too witchy even for me.  I wash my hands of this.

Servo Diario Di Ingresso~Gennaio 19

The following is a recorded interview converted to English text due to the fact that Tituba does not have the capability of writing in the English language.  Attempts have been made to capture mispronunciations and incorrect words to reflect a Barbados dialect.

I Tituba.  This me journal.  E'ryone blamed e'ryone so I say chicken blood Abigail n Betty eat.  They begs.  Them wants chicken blood.  Them said make we a stew rid we of Goody Proctor.  So I done.  Them attacking me n say I witch.  Me no witch, but I says what all they wants.  I have story that Devil come to me n say work fors me.  Me no have contract with Devil, so I saying no.  Devil tell me kill Parris and have you free leave to Barbados.  I sayn to Hale no.  But Devil haves many servant, like white.  Them dumb.  But when confessed to Hale, no hanging.  No want me to die, so I say what them wanting.  Yes Devil come to me.  Yes.  No I not some witch.  Parris before right now good man.  But now he in ninnyhammer.  Dumb hexed ninnyhammer.  Before he say do this do that n I do and he give me foods and house and I happy.  Now this witchtalk.  All blame all.  I only dance and chant in Barbados n these child dancing and had fun.  Why me blame?  They all say me to they want potion and voodoo.  No do voodoo, but I say yes voodoo.  Bye-bye Goody Proctor.  Now Abigail lied to they.  She a liar.  They believes.  Voodoo only for making drug people zombies.  Not for killing living.  Us servant no live good in Salem.  We not liked.  Betty in these bed looking sickling.  E'ryone mad.  E'ryone pointed finger.  No want fingers at me points.  Need to leaves.  Nutty people done dumb stuff.  No I want be here while bad happened.  Want to go to home Barbados.  This all.