Essay Instructions: Request the compare and contrast essay for 2 female characters. They are
Miss Emily ("Miss Emily" from William Faulkner) and
Miss Brill ("Miss Brill" from Katherine Mansfield)
1. Consider something about these 2 characters have in Common(Compare) and study the ways this common thing is different in each character(Contrast)
2. Must use quotes from stories as evidence to prove the thesis. (Literature by author X.J. Kennedy and Dana Gioia- eight edition)
3. Should have specific, interesting thesis in the essay.
4. Must have an introduction plus outline stated at the seperate sheet.
Idea of Similarity(Compare)
1. Miss Emily and Miss Brill both live in the past, to some degree, and also both live in some kind of fantacy world.
2. They both dependant on some figure.
a.Ms Emily depend on her dad, Colonel Sartoris,Homer Baron (set evidence and quote)
b. Ms Brill depend on her fur and her music band
(set evidence and quote)
Idea of different (Common thing different in each character (Contrast)
1. Ms Emily so depend and living at the past has caused her attitude very superior, stubborn, self centered and harsh in her life and also her love world. (Ex: She still kept the slave, she denied to pay tax and poison Homer as to keep him forever)
2. Ms Brill so depend on her fur cause her attitude tend to be more care loving, sympathy when she saw the man at the park been denied by a lady for not wearing the glasses.
3. The meaning of the ending for these 2 characters. (Conclusion)
Excerpt From Essay:
Essay Instructions: 1. Identify a major conflict in the story and explain what parts of the story reveal this conflict and how the conflict contributes to the story's meaning.
2. ask yourself questions. and in introduction write briefly about the story and in thesis write about the conflict you chose
3. Use specific details and ouotes and explain them as support your argument.
4. Remember to explain why u chose that detail; explain how that detail relates to your assertion
this is the story below
ALTHOUGH it was so brilliantly fine?the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques?Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting?from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! . . . But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind?a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came?when it was absolutely necessary . . . Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that [Page 183] came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad?no, not sad, exactly?something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like some one playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey" bit?very pretty!?a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she lifted her head and smiled.
Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her. [Page 184]
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole time about how she ought to wear spectacles; she knew she needed them; but that it was no good getting any; they'd be sure to break and they'd never keep on. And he'd been so patient. He'd suggested everything?gold rims, the kind that curve round your ears, little pads inside the bridge. No, nothing would please her. "They'll always be sliding down my nose!" Miss Brill had wanted to shake her.
The old people sat on a bench, still as statues. Never mind, there was always the crowd to watch. To and fro, in front of the flower beds and the band rotunda, the couples and groups paraded, stopped to talk, to greet, to buy a handful of flowers from the old beggar who had his tray fixed to the railings. Little children ran among them, swooping and laughing; little boys with big white silk bows under their chins, little girls, little French dolls, dressed up in velvet and lace. And sometimes a tiny staggerer came suddenly rocking into the open from under the trees, stopped, stared, as suddenly sat down "flop," until its small high-stepping mother, like a young hen, rushed scolding to its rescue. Other people sat on the benches and green chairs, but they were nearly always the same, Sunday after Sunday, [Page 185] and?Miss Brill had often noticed?there was something funny about nearly all of them. They were odd, silent, nearly all old, and from the way they stared they looked as though they'd just come from dark little rooms or even?even cupboards!
Behind the rotunda the slender trees with yellow leaves down drooping, and through them just a line of sea, and beyond the blue sky with gold-veined clouds.
Tum-tum-tum tiddle-um! tiddle-um! tum tiddley-um tum ta! blew the band.
Two young girls in red came by and two young soldiers in blue met them, and they laughed and paired and went off arm-in-arm. Two peasant women with funny straw hats passed, gravely, leading beautiful smoke-coloured donkeys. A cold, pale nun hurried by. A beautiful woman came along and dropped her bunch of violets, and a little boy ran after to hand them to her, and she took them and threw them away as if they'd been poisoned. Dear me! Miss Brill didn't know whether to admire that or not! And now an ermine toque and a gentleman in gray met just in front of her. He was tall, stiff, dignified, and she was wearing the ermine toque she'd bought when her hair was yellow. Now everything, her hair, her face, even her eyes, was the same colour as the shabby ermine, and her hand, in its cleaned glove, lifted to dab her lips, was a tiny yellowish paw. Oh, she was so pleased to see him?delighted! She rather thought they were going [Page 186] to meet that afternoon. She described where she'd been?everywhere, here, there, along by the sea. The day was so charming?didn't he agree? And wouldn't he, perhaps? . . . But he shook his head, lighted a cigarette, slowly breathed a great deep puff into her face, and even while she was still talking and laughing, flicked the match away and walked on. The ermine toque was alone; she smiled more brightly than ever. But even the band seemed to know what she was feeling and played more softly, played tenderly, and the drum beat, "The Brute! The Brute!" over and over. What would she do? What was going to happen now? But as Miss Brill wondered, the ermine toque turned, raised her hand as though she'd seen someone else, much nicer, just over there, and pattered away. And the band changed again and played more quickly, more gayly than ever, and the old couple on Miss Brill's seat got up and marched away, and such a funny old man with long whiskers hobbled along in time to the music and was nearly knocked over by four girls walking abreast.
Oh, how fascinating it was! How she enjoyed it! How she loved sitting here, watching it all! It was like a play. It was exactly like a play. Who could believe the sky at the back wasn't painted? But it wasn't till a little brown dog trotted on solemn and then slowly trotted off, like a little "theatre" dog, a little dog that had been drugged, that Miss Brill discovered what it was [Page 187] that made it so exciting. They were all on stage. They weren't only the audience, not only looking on; they were acting. Even she had a part and came every Sunday. No doubt somebody would have noticed if she hadn't been there; she was part of the performance after all. How strange she'd never thought of it like that before! And yet it explained why she made such point of starting from home at just the same time each week?so as not to be late for the performance?and it also explained why she had a queer, shy feeling at telling her English pupils how she spent her Sunday afternoons. No wonder! Miss Brill nearly laughed out loud. She was on the stage. She thought of the old invalid gentleman to whom she read the newspaper four afternoons a week while he slept in the garden. She had got quite used to the frail head on the cotton pillow, the hollowed eyes, the open mouth and the high pinched nose. If he'd been dead she mightn't have noticed for weeks; she wouldn't have minded. But suddenly he knew he was having the paper read to him by an actress! "An actress!" The old head lifted; two points of light quivered in the old eyes. "An actress?are ye?" And Miss Brill smoothed the newspaper as though it were the manuscript of her part and said gently; "Yes, I have been an actress for a long time."
The band had been having a rest. Now they started again. And what they played was warm, [Page 188] sunny, yet there was just a faint chill?a something, what was it??not sadness?no, not sadness?a something that made you want to sing. The tune lifted, lifted, the light shone; and it seemed to Miss Brill that in another moment all of them, all the whole company, would begin singing. The young ones, the laughing ones who were moving together, they would begin and the men's voices, very resolute and brave, would join them. And then she too, she too, and the others on the benches?they would come in with a kind of accompaniment?something low, that scarcely rose or fell, something so beautiful?moving. . . . And Miss Brill's eyes filled with tears and she looked smiling at all the other members of the company. Yes, we understand, we understand, she thought?though what they understood she didn't know.
Just at that moment a boy and girl came and sat down where the old couple had been. They were beautifully dressed; they were in love. The hero and heroine, of course, just arrived from his father's yacht. And still soundlessly singing, still with that trembling smile, Miss Brill prepared to listen.
"No, not now," said the girl. "Not here, I can't."
"But why? Because of that stupid old thing at the end there?" asked the boy. "Why does she come here at all?who wants her? Why doesn't she keep her silly old mug at home?" [Page 189]
"It's her fu-ur which is so funny," giggled the girl. "It's exactly like a fried whiting."
"Ah, be off with you!" said the boy in an angry whisper. Then: "Tell me, ma petite ch?re?"
"No, not here," said the girl. "Not yet."
. . . . . . .
On her way home she usually bought a slice of honeycake at the baker's. It was her Sunday treat. Sometimes there was an almond in her slice, sometimes not. It made a great difference. If there was an almond it was like carrying home a tiny present?a surprise?something that might very well not have been there. She hurried on the almond Sundays and struck the match for the kettle in quite a dashing way.
But to-day she passed the baker's by, climbed the stairs, went into the little dark room?her room like a cupboard?and sat down on the red eiderdown. She sat there for a long time. The box that the fur came out of was on the bed. She unclasped the necklet quickly; quickly, without looking, laid it inside. But when she put the lid on she thought she heard something crying.
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I request a compare and contrast essay for 2 female characters. They are:
Miss Emily ("A Rose for Miss Emily by William Faulkner) and
Miss Brill ("Miss Brill" by Katherine Mandsfield)
1) Consider these two characters have in common(Compare) and then study the ways this common thing is different in each character(Contrast).
2) Write an introduction plus outline at the seperate sheet.
3) Should have a specific, interesting thesis on this essay.
4) Must use quote from stories and evidence to prove the thesis.
Some idea of the compare and contrast for these 2 characters:
1) Emily and Miss Brill both live in the past, to some degree, and also both live in some kind of fantansy world.
2) They are dependant on some figure
Ms Emily depend on her dad, Colonel Sartoris, Homers
Ms Brill depend on her fur and music band
Idea of Contrast:
Made the connection from the above(compare).
Their values and behavior are different althought they live in and dependant on upon their attitude.
1)Ms Emily is stubborn, self centered and harsh
(still kept the slave at home, deny to pay the taxes and poison Holmers for keep him to stay with her.
2)Ms Brill more sympathy, love and compassion.
(the way that she treat fur, sympathy the man that denied by the woman for the glasses)
I hope the aid will help. Hopes to received the essay within 23 hours.
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Essay Instructions: Topic: Using at least four of Katherine Mansfield’s stories, discuss how the author depicts people attempting to avoid the unpleasant realities of human existence. What are the outcomes?
The stories you will have to choose from are:
- Frau Brechenmacher Attends a wedding
- Something childish but very Natural
- Je ne parle pas francais
- Miss Brill
- The Fly
Follow proper essay format (MLA 6th edition), specifically these entries, which tend to give people the most problems: 3.4.2 (titles of persons); 3.6.2 & .3 (underlining, & quotation marks); 3.7.2 (citing prose); 3.7.5 (ellipsis); 3.7.7 (punctuation with quotations); 4.4 (spacing); 4.5 (heading and title); 4.6 (pagination); 5.4 (Works Cited format); 5.6.1 (single author entry); and 6.3, especially page 241 (citing sources in the text).
Use a 12 point font, and double space, Times new roman.
Only from this book, Mansfield selected stories.
Specific citation related to the topic
at least 1 per each story chosen.
Please dont copy and paste like a paragraph from the stories.
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