“I am a sick man. ... I am a spiteful man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don’t consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. ...
I am a sick man…. I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medici...
I am a sick man…. I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medici...
"So Fanny and Martha Jesup were half-sisters. And I am the son of Fanny's third husband. So that would make you and I --" He bent down and began to unfasten his suitcase. His hands were like dirty sparrow daws and they were trembling. The bag was full of all manner of junk --...
THE PRAGMATICS OF "MADNESS": PERFORMANCE ANALYSIS OF A BANGLADESHI WOMAN'S "ABERRANT" LAMENT ABSTRACT. A fine-grained analysis of the transcript of a Bangladeshi woman's lament is used to argue for an anthropology of "madness" that attends closely to performance and performativity. The emergent...
"Lizaveta's work," thought the young man. There was not a speck of dust to be seen in the whole flat. "It's in the houses of spiteful old widows that one finds such cleanliness," Raskolnikov thought again, and he stole a curious glance at the cotton curtain over the door leading...
You make me sick. Empathy. Even worse. The person who needs to put a name to fellow-feeling, who needs to adopt it as a regulative principle, has none of the stuff. The person who endlessly natters on about empathy is always, without exception, a bitter and spiteful toad, asking for ...
So, y’all have a nice summer? It’s been quite a while, but here I am, ready to make an announcement I’ve been waiting to since graduating art college… …no, long before that. Since I couldread. There’s been a lot of back and forth, but now I am allowed to say it. ...
said Ordynovin a weak voice. "I am not of these parts. . . . You know \ the folks tell howtwelve brothers lived in a dark forest, and how a fair maidenlost her way in that forest. She went to them andtidied everything in the house for them,and put her love into everything....
This may sound like I am a total wimp...But I am scared of her. Two Years ago I became friends with her Because everyone in the class ignored her. She was nice to me until she visited my house. I dunno what changed her..But after that she started causing me trouble. Well I am...