Posted: December 3, 2017
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Posted: December 3, 2017
Review terms, chapter questions, character profile sheets
Posted: November 30, 2017
- review characters, plot, poetic/dramatic devices, Hamlet's soliloquies
Posted: November 27, 2017
There will be a homeowrk check on Tuesday for the following:
Terms: lamentably (77), ludicrous (78), ineffectual (79), jeer (84), ?inarticulate (89)
1. (Page 76) Ralph ‘…stopped, facing the strip; and remembering that ?first enthusiastic exploration as though it were part of a brighter childhood…’ Discuss.
2.When Simon is asked about the beast, he responds ‘…maybe it’s only us.’ (Page 89) What does he mean?
3.Ralph asks Piggy about ghosts. (Page 92). Piggy responds thatthere are no ghosts or beasts. Why?
4.Why does Jack agree that there might be a beast?
5.Page 94. “Grown-ups know things….the majesty of adult life.” ?Remembering what brought the boys to the island, is Piggy right? Are the boys only failing because they aren’t grown-ups?
6.Add to character profiles.
Posted: November 23, 2017
1. Read chapter 5 for Monday
2. Complete the mask assignment. Due Monday.
Posted: November 21, 2017
Act III Scene I Soliloquy #4
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Posted: October 22, 2017
Because of the length of this week's article, it will be marked out of 10. Complete close reading with annotations and a one page response.