Little Monsters

En effet, cette pièce nous présente Martha et George, un couple vivant dans un monde totalement illusoire, qu'ils ont eux-mêmes généré. Comme le dit Martha dans l'acte II: " This is what we do when the reality of our world wheighs too heavy on our little heads" ( C'est ce que nous faisons quand nous ne pouvons plus supporter le poids de la réalité). cette tentative d'échapper à leur destin,qu'ils considèrent comme étant le monde réel dans lequel ils sont obligés d'évoluer, et en fait une tentative

at the airport on that Sunday morning, his friend Andrew (wait) for him for more than an hour. Stan (call) the day before saying the plane (land) at three o'clock sharp and he (have) an appointment in Haymarket at half past four, which (leave) him little time, but obviously the secretary (get) his message wrong. Andrew (park) at the far end of the airport and (go) to collect his car while Stan (pick up) his case. Andrew (fling) it into the boot. Then they (speed) through the fog along the motorway

Brittney et tuer Sam. Il part avec une armée d'insecte géant à la recherche de Sam et envoie le reste de ses insectes tuer tout le monde à Perdido Beach. Pete fait disparaître les insectes et Drake échoue à tuer Sam. Peter Ellison dit "Le Petit Pete" (Little Pete), "L'attardé" (Pe-Tard) et "Nemesis"[modifier] C'est le petit frère d’Astrid. Il est autiste et est décrit comme étant étrange, son pouvoir serait estimé supérieur à tous, de 7 à 10 barres par Astrid et Sam. C’est un mutant ayant la capacité

Party slogans, and INGSOC, the "scared principles" upon which the Party was built.  Reflecting on INGSOC, Winston feels lost: "He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster.  He was alone.  The past was dead, the future was unimaginable.  What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side" (p. 27). | Part 1 Chapter  3:             Winston dreams about his mother and his childhood. 

tableaux ci-dessous, selon ce qu’ils désignent : petite quantité ou grande quantité. You know the game they play at children’s parties  many objects brought in on a tray and a few minutes to memorize them. It takes little time to give them much entertainment : a few articles, a little money, a cup or two, a few coloured pens or pencils. I can score a hundred per cent every time. There aren’t many people who can do the same. Petite quantité NOMS DÉNOMBRABLES NOMS INDÉNOMBRABLES Grande quantité NOMS

pour suivre des cours d'art à Paris où il tente quelques bandes dessinées dans le Chat noir avant de s'exiler aux États-Unis. C'est là que Gustave Verbeck dessine un des strips les plus originaux de l'histoire de la bande dessinée Upside-downs of little lady Lovekins and old man Muffaroo. Le strip de quatre cases se lit dans le sens normal de lecture de gauche à droite puis l’histoire se continue en retournant tête-bêche le journal et en relisant les cases dans le sens inverse, lady Lovekins se transforme

a painted devil »; elle sort rougir les gardes de sang ; culpabilité de Mcb [monologue] : “Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood / Clean from my hand! No; this my hand will rather / The multitudinous seas incarnadine”; LMcb revient : « At little water clears us of this deed » (739) [# V,1, 2161] ; et honte : « To know my deed, ’twere best not know myself » (747-8) 3 On frappe ; un portier monologue sur le thème du double-jeu et de l‟enfer ; il plaisante sur le vin, double-joueur également

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies: résumé et analyse. Overture. Summary. The narrator leaves Westchester to Brooklyn, to die there. He had lived in Brooklyn when he was a little boy (before the age of three), but doesn’t remember anything. He rents an apartment near Prospect Park. He wants nothing but being alone and quiet. He has sold his house after his divorce, and so has no problem with money. He was an insurance agent, but doesn’t know what to do now. His daughter Rachel (a researcher

by analogy. The threatening walls of this tumbledown abode seemed to have been decorated with hieroglyphics. For what other name could the passer-by give to the Xs and Vs which the horizontal or diagonal timbers traced on the front, outlined by little parallel cracks in the plaster? It was evident that every beam quivered in its mortices at the passing of the lightest vehicle. This venerable structure was crowned by a triangular roof of which no example will, ere long, be seen in Paris. This

since we’d exchanged blood several times. I could sense Eric’s general location and his mood, and he could feel the same things about me. He was always faintly present in the back of my mind—sort of like turning on a fan or an air filter to provide a little buzz of noise that would help you get to sleep. (It was good for me that Eric slept all day, because I could be by myself at least part of the time. Maybe he felt the same way after I went to bed at night?) It wasn’t like I heard voices in my head