Lady Macbeth does a series of actions throughout the play that indicate she is truly evil. There is proof that she is egotistic and does everything she can for herself. She doesn't take Macbeth's feelings into consideration when she comes up with this plan or when she manipulates him into murdering the king. Lady Macbeth does whatever she can to get what she wants no matter how absurd it might be. She will go to dramatic heights to fulfill her wants, she is even willing to weaken her own husband. There are many different examples of how Lady Macbeth is selfish, power-hungry, and manipulative.
You could say Lady Macbeth is power-hungry because she will literally do anything in order to become queen. Back in Elizabethan times, religion is very important and very powerful. When Lady Macbeth gets ideas about murder and disrupting the natural order of things she is allowing herself to think bad thoughts even though it is going against something as critical as religion. She calls upon evil spirits to make her ruthless. "Make thick my blood" she says. By calling on demonic spirits is like calling on Satan to make sure she gets her way. Back then kings were said to be selected by God and since she is thinking of ways to kill this "chosen one" it goes to show how wicked she is. Lady Macbeth soon becomes a victim of her own ambition by planning this murder and making herself demented and eventually to the point of commiting suicide. In Elizabethan times witches were terrifying, and by Lady Macbeth so much a trusting the witches words; is all proof of Lady Macbeth's dark soul and cruel thoughts.
Lady Macbeth proves herself to be a very powerful woman, which is extremely uncommon back then because woman were considered "worthless" and they did not do anything at all. It's ironic since Macbeth is the king's, most almighty knight yet this said-to-be "pointless" woman can still manage to control him. This shows that Lady Macbeth has true power, and she knows how to use it. Right after Lady Macbeth reads the letter from Macbeth about the witches and becoming king, she gets her mind-set on murdering the king. When she tells her husband about her little scheme he becomes panicky and argues with her about how it will never work out, and that they will be caught. Lady Macbeth is not impressed so she uses her femininity to seduce Macbeth and attempts to get him to agree to killing the king. To get him on her side she says things such as "But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and well not fail." By saying these things she is trying to assure him that it's fine and they will not be caught if they act as though they are shocked and hurt like everybody else. Lady Macbeth gets so upset that her so called "tough" husband won't do this task that she makes him feel like he is good-for-nothing if he doesn't do this by ridiculing his masculinity. She finally convinces Macbeth and promised him happiness for when they become royal.
The downfall of Macbeth was caused by all of the stress that Lady Macbeth put on him. I say this because she convinces him to do things that he never felt comfortable doing and makes him believe that he is unkind and heartless. Now that he thinks he is truly monstrous he starts to consider killing himself. Since Lady Macbeth ended up committing suicide, that puts Macbeth in a world full of death and dark thoughts. He realizes that even the woman who manipulated him into this mess and promised him happiness dealt with the same guilt as he did. It begins to become clear that it was never really worth everything that he has put himself through. He regrets obeying his wife because he sees the guilt that Lady Macbeth felt and sees that she was constantly having nightmares and was always washing her hands to try and clear herself from her sins. This would have emotionally driven Macbeth insane because it really goes to show that what he's done was not the right thing to do, and the person he was before all of this happened was now completely gone.
So as you can see, Lady Macbeth is a very narcissistic person due to the fact that there are many different elements throughout this play that proves that she only cares for herself. Her drive and ambition to be queen lead this self-loving, brain-sick woman to her vicious death. Both her and Macbeth go mad in the end and all the guilt from the murder plus the stress just made them loose their minds. There was no way to escape from the shame and dishonour so both of them ended up lifeless.
Monday 21 November 2011
Wednesday 16 November 2011
MACBETH - Essay Skeleton
THESIS: Lady Macbeth is Evil.
AoD#1 - Lady Macbeth is power-hungry:
- gets ideas in her head about murdering the King as soon as she reads Macbeth's letter about the witches predicting the future
- calls on evil spirits to make her ruthless, "make thick my blood" - "unsex me here"
- she is the main instigator
- wants king dead just so she can become Queen
- ends up becoming a victim of her own ambition
AoD#2 - Lady Macbeth is manipulative:
- she makes a plan to kill the King, and convinces Macbeth that it's a good idea, "But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail."
- assures him that if they act deeply hurt, and as if they are shocked about the murder; they will not get caught
- she ridicules his masculinity because he has second thoughts of going on with the murder
- tricked Macbeth into thinking that by killing the King, would bring them happiness
AoD#3 - Lady is responsible for Macbeth's downfall:
- She convinces him to kill their king, and disturb the natural order of things. Because of this, he starts realizing that he is truly evil now.
- she commits suicide which causes Macbeth to deal with more death, "Why should I play the roman fool and die on my own sword." She gets him considering suicide also.
- When she takes the bloody daggers from Macbeth after he had just murdered the king because she tries to show how he's weak and she is stronger, which makes him feel guilty and terrified.
- Lady Macbeth's guilt is proven by all the nightmares she has had and by her always washing her hands just goes to show Macbeth that she feels guilty also. This would emotionally attack Macbeth, questioning what he has done. They both are mad now.
AoD#1 - Lady Macbeth is power-hungry:
- gets ideas in her head about murdering the King as soon as she reads Macbeth's letter about the witches predicting the future
- calls on evil spirits to make her ruthless, "make thick my blood" - "unsex me here"
- she is the main instigator
- wants king dead just so she can become Queen
- ends up becoming a victim of her own ambition
AoD#2 - Lady Macbeth is manipulative:
- she makes a plan to kill the King, and convinces Macbeth that it's a good idea, "But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail."
- assures him that if they act deeply hurt, and as if they are shocked about the murder; they will not get caught
- she ridicules his masculinity because he has second thoughts of going on with the murder
- tricked Macbeth into thinking that by killing the King, would bring them happiness
AoD#3 - Lady is responsible for Macbeth's downfall:
- She convinces him to kill their king, and disturb the natural order of things. Because of this, he starts realizing that he is truly evil now.
- she commits suicide which causes Macbeth to deal with more death, "Why should I play the roman fool and die on my own sword." She gets him considering suicide also.
- When she takes the bloody daggers from Macbeth after he had just murdered the king because she tries to show how he's weak and she is stronger, which makes him feel guilty and terrified.
- Lady Macbeth's guilt is proven by all the nightmares she has had and by her always washing her hands just goes to show Macbeth that she feels guilty also. This would emotionally attack Macbeth, questioning what he has done. They both are mad now.
Tuesday 8 November 2011
Poetry Assignment! Lewis Carroll
Poetry Assignment!
Dream Land
By: Lewis Carroll
When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Connection to Poetry (biography)
Lewis Carroll grew up and was raised in a very isolated little town. He had many siblings, but they were mainly girls (seven) and him being the eldest of the 4 boys left him responsible for the youngs entertainment. Because the town was so dull, he had to create his own fun, and it was then that he discovered his passion for poetry. Because of his childhood past of creating games rhymes, he had become a fictional sort poet; writing rhythmic nonsense about mythical creatures, and spilling his imagination onto paper.
As a young boy, Lewis had suffered from a terrible fever. The fever was so unkind that it left him deaf in one ear. Approaching adult hood, Lewis began to suffer from a “stammer”. Everyone thought this was a side-effect to his loss of hearing. This was something he was self-conscious of for his entire life. This showed in his work (including dreamland) by implying that people are evil. He hated how people were so judgmental about it; he In lots of his poetry, he makes humans the “bad guy. In Dreamland, this shows by him saying that his dreamland is perfect because nobody else can be in it and spoil it.
Biography
LEWIS CARROLL (27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898)
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, otherwise known as Lewis Carroll is a very creative poet who likes to write about "nonsense”. His poetry is very childish and fun, and it involves a lot of mythical creatures. He was described as a rather stiffly and awkward guy. Lewis Carroll was born in Warrington, Cheshire and later moved to Croft-on-Trees in Yorkshire. He, as well as his other siblings, suffered from a speech impediment causing him to studder while trying to talk which had an influence on his social life.
Lewis started to attend a literary school, Rugby School, and he became very unhappy there. He never really worked too hard, but he had such a natural talent that everything always worked out for him. Lewis also had a passion for photography and made a small living from it in his earlier years. He later found out that in order to get anywhere in life he had to study, so he buckled down and eventually received a First in Honours in Mathematics; which lead him to his new job: Christ Church Mathematical Lectureship. The work wasn't "him", it was very restricted and he found himself bored all the time.
Ever since he was little Lewis always wrote poems and short stories to keep him occupied since he lived in an isolated community. There wasn't much for him to do so he took his imagination and got creative. Throughout his growing wealth and fame, he didn't change very much. He continued teaching at the Christ Church and passed away on January 14, 1898 in his sisters home.
Analysis
"When midnight mists are creeping," - When the skies turn dark, and everything is covered in fog. This line has imagery because it paints a picture in your head of the dark night skies and misty fog. Example of alliteration: "midnight mists".
"And all the land is sleeping," - Everybody else is asleep. There is a rhyme scheme: "creeping, sleeping".
"Around me tread the mighty dead," - All around me, everyone are zombies. You can imagine how Lewis may be feeling, surrounded by boring people. Internal rhyme: "tread, dead".
"And slowly pass away." - And slowly disappear. States that everything is disappearing.
"Lo, warriors, saints, and sages," - Hero's of all kinds. Possibly the people Lewis looks up to, and is fascinated with. People he may only dream about seeing.
"From out the vanished ages," - From the times that go by quickly. There is a rhyme scheme: "sages, ages"
"With solemn pace and reverend face" - Walk around seriously, they are respected. Imagery: you can imagine what these peoples faces would look like, depressed and unhappy. Internal rhyme: "pace, face".
"Appear and pass away." - Appear, then disappear. Relates to the fact that everything is disappearing.
"The blaze of noonday splendour," - The incredible glow of the afternoon. Imagery: you can envision how the glow of the sun makes the daytime pretty.
"The twilight soft and tender," - The night time soft and tender. Imagery: the twilight is soft and tender, you can see how the night time is gorgeous. There is a rhyme scheme: "splendour, tender".
"May charm the eye: yet they shall die," - Could fool you, but everything always dies. Internal rhyme: "eye, die".
"Shall die and pass away."- They will die and disappear. Relates to the fact that everything is disappearing.
"But here, in Dreamland's centre," - But here in my Dreamland
"No spoiler's hand may enter," - nobody can spoil the fairy tale. There is a rhyme scheme: "centre, enter".
"These visions fair, this radiance rare," - There is no evil, you don't come across this beauty very often. Example of alliteration: "radiance rare". Internal rhyme: "fair, rare".
"Shall never pass away." - It will never disappear. Everything stops disappearing suddenly.
"I see the shadows falling," - I see darkness approaching. Imagery: the shadows falling.
"The forms of old recalling;" - Going back to the way things were before this dream. There is a rhyme scheme: "falling, recalling".
"Around me tread the mighty dead," - The zombie-like people come back. Imagery: you can imagine the people "treading" around. Internal rhyme: "tread, dead".
"And slowly pass away." - And everything slowly disappears again. Relates back the the fact that everything is disappearing.
- At the end of each stanza, it always relates back to the fact that everything passes away.
- The last stanza connects back to the first stanza because they both talk about the "dead" people and dull reality.
By reading the poem Dreamland by Lewis Carroll, you can tell that it's a fantasy place that he had created by using his imagination. Lewis has grown up in an isolated place so he escapes the real world through poetry. In 'Dreamland' he describes how everything is dying, and creepy. All the great things in life never last, everything always dies and you are always left with disappointment. This poem demonstrates that Lewis created his own happy place, so that even in the darkest of times, this new world can still bring happiness; which is a huge reason why he is so successful in his work.
His poetry is interesting. In his Dreamland nobody dares to spoil the dream, because your mind controls the whole world. The only time that the dream ever has to end is when the real world comes around and sucks up all the enchantment. This poem is an example of the fact that no matter how bad things may seem to be, you can always go to a new exciting world where you are in charge of everything. You are as powerful as you let yourself to be.
The poem is written in Lewis's point of view because he is talking about a new land where anything is possible and how he holds the power to everything and he uses direct words such as "me" and "I". The audience he is directing this poem to would be anybody who feels like reality is too difficult to handle sometimes and that there is an escape from it all. This poem includes hopeful and positive attitude that this Dreamland could come to life and all the good things come true. There is also a playful tone in the poetry because everything Lewis talks about is imaginary and it keeps the reader hooked and wanting to read on, it's interesting and very different from other poetry.
At the same time, the poem can be depressing since at the end of the poem is talks about how everything goes back to reality. This poem really connects with readers who are going through similar problems in their life because it allows other to venture off to another world.
MULTIMEDIA YEAH!
Poetry Collection
Coffee
Not a house.
But instead a pyramid of crystal,
that's surrounded by a motionless fog,
that floats above a sea of black gold.
Within this pyramid
footsteps sound like "Informal Gluttony"
that leave prints of blood
on the floor
but only on the glass tiles.
Atop this residence shines a light;
a frosty viridian flame,
that maintains the heat beneath a vat
of boiling human flesh
And this is where we make sacrifice.
Here, the only creatures are that of the sea
which grow larger with every vigil.
Here, only the stars speak
and mermaids possess the power of love
within their swords.
Rain tastes like tears
and lightning brings life to the undead.
The undead will one day breach this pyramid
but the mermaids, and their swords
will pull it deep into the sea
and will drown all that was.
For me,
this is what coffee tastes like.
GENERAL M.F.G
Dressed in the armour of a boy,
lays the heart of a soldier.
His every breath full of determination,
yet combat keeps getting colder.
Though showing only alleviation,
his dismayed battle cry is still heard.
Though the beat of his soul is at odds,
his courage is a lesson to be learned.
If each cadet his own,
then HIS is his own to each;
for within each awakened day of this cadet,
his own, is to teach.
HOW I BECAM THE SEA
How did I become the sea, you ask?
It really was a simple task.
I dug and dug and dug real deep,
Deep into the sandy heap.
At the bottom there was a great surprise,
I couldn't believe my very own eyes!
Because in the ground there lay a moon-beam,
I could have swore it was a dream.
But when I touched the warm, safe light,
Something happened and I squeezed my eyes tight.
The white waves crashed in,
They changed the colour of my skin.
The water sucked me in and I nearly drowned,
And that's when I heard a sound.
It all was quite a mystery,
but that is how I became the sea.
Harden
The day you evolved,
Into the great Steelix.. it was,
quite onix-pected!
Onix the ground/rock pokemon.
Unfamiliar
How did this strange creation come to be?
Our sweet familiar disposition,
has vastly changed to formal and empty.
'Twas no need to undergo transmission.
My mind declared war, against what was right.
My craving for change soon turned to regret,
Because my heavy heart never turned light.
Thank you for promising to never forget.
I miss my everything I used to know,
but the unfortunate choice was made.
Although there's now room for us both to grow,
It hurts to know I'm the cause of your pain.
Even though we are now not forever,
Best of luck with your future endeavours.
Dream Land
By: Lewis Carroll
When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Connection to Poetry (biography)
Lewis Carroll grew up and was raised in a very isolated little town. He had many siblings, but they were mainly girls (seven) and him being the eldest of the 4 boys left him responsible for the youngs entertainment. Because the town was so dull, he had to create his own fun, and it was then that he discovered his passion for poetry. Because of his childhood past of creating games rhymes, he had become a fictional sort poet; writing rhythmic nonsense about mythical creatures, and spilling his imagination onto paper.
As a young boy, Lewis had suffered from a terrible fever. The fever was so unkind that it left him deaf in one ear. Approaching adult hood, Lewis began to suffer from a “stammer”. Everyone thought this was a side-effect to his loss of hearing. This was something he was self-conscious of for his entire life. This showed in his work (including dreamland) by implying that people are evil. He hated how people were so judgmental about it; he In lots of his poetry, he makes humans the “bad guy. In Dreamland, this shows by him saying that his dreamland is perfect because nobody else can be in it and spoil it.
Biography
LEWIS CARROLL (27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898)
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, otherwise known as Lewis Carroll is a very creative poet who likes to write about "nonsense”. His poetry is very childish and fun, and it involves a lot of mythical creatures. He was described as a rather stiffly and awkward guy. Lewis Carroll was born in Warrington, Cheshire and later moved to Croft-on-Trees in Yorkshire. He, as well as his other siblings, suffered from a speech impediment causing him to studder while trying to talk which had an influence on his social life.
Lewis started to attend a literary school, Rugby School, and he became very unhappy there. He never really worked too hard, but he had such a natural talent that everything always worked out for him. Lewis also had a passion for photography and made a small living from it in his earlier years. He later found out that in order to get anywhere in life he had to study, so he buckled down and eventually received a First in Honours in Mathematics; which lead him to his new job: Christ Church Mathematical Lectureship. The work wasn't "him", it was very restricted and he found himself bored all the time.
Ever since he was little Lewis always wrote poems and short stories to keep him occupied since he lived in an isolated community. There wasn't much for him to do so he took his imagination and got creative. Throughout his growing wealth and fame, he didn't change very much. He continued teaching at the Christ Church and passed away on January 14, 1898 in his sisters home.
Analysis
"When midnight mists are creeping," - When the skies turn dark, and everything is covered in fog. This line has imagery because it paints a picture in your head of the dark night skies and misty fog. Example of alliteration: "midnight mists".
"And all the land is sleeping," - Everybody else is asleep. There is a rhyme scheme: "creeping, sleeping".
"Around me tread the mighty dead," - All around me, everyone are zombies. You can imagine how Lewis may be feeling, surrounded by boring people. Internal rhyme: "tread, dead".
"And slowly pass away." - And slowly disappear. States that everything is disappearing.
"Lo, warriors, saints, and sages," - Hero's of all kinds. Possibly the people Lewis looks up to, and is fascinated with. People he may only dream about seeing.
"From out the vanished ages," - From the times that go by quickly. There is a rhyme scheme: "sages, ages"
"With solemn pace and reverend face" - Walk around seriously, they are respected. Imagery: you can imagine what these peoples faces would look like, depressed and unhappy. Internal rhyme: "pace, face".
"Appear and pass away." - Appear, then disappear. Relates to the fact that everything is disappearing.
"The blaze of noonday splendour," - The incredible glow of the afternoon. Imagery: you can envision how the glow of the sun makes the daytime pretty.
"The twilight soft and tender," - The night time soft and tender. Imagery: the twilight is soft and tender, you can see how the night time is gorgeous. There is a rhyme scheme: "splendour, tender".
"May charm the eye: yet they shall die," - Could fool you, but everything always dies. Internal rhyme: "eye, die".
"Shall die and pass away."- They will die and disappear. Relates to the fact that everything is disappearing.
"But here, in Dreamland's centre," - But here in my Dreamland
"No spoiler's hand may enter," - nobody can spoil the fairy tale. There is a rhyme scheme: "centre, enter".
"These visions fair, this radiance rare," - There is no evil, you don't come across this beauty very often. Example of alliteration: "radiance rare". Internal rhyme: "fair, rare".
"Shall never pass away." - It will never disappear. Everything stops disappearing suddenly.
"I see the shadows falling," - I see darkness approaching. Imagery: the shadows falling.
"The forms of old recalling;" - Going back to the way things were before this dream. There is a rhyme scheme: "falling, recalling".
"Around me tread the mighty dead," - The zombie-like people come back. Imagery: you can imagine the people "treading" around. Internal rhyme: "tread, dead".
"And slowly pass away." - And everything slowly disappears again. Relates back the the fact that everything is disappearing.
- At the end of each stanza, it always relates back to the fact that everything passes away.
- The last stanza connects back to the first stanza because they both talk about the "dead" people and dull reality.
By reading the poem Dreamland by Lewis Carroll, you can tell that it's a fantasy place that he had created by using his imagination. Lewis has grown up in an isolated place so he escapes the real world through poetry. In 'Dreamland' he describes how everything is dying, and creepy. All the great things in life never last, everything always dies and you are always left with disappointment. This poem demonstrates that Lewis created his own happy place, so that even in the darkest of times, this new world can still bring happiness; which is a huge reason why he is so successful in his work.
His poetry is interesting. In his Dreamland nobody dares to spoil the dream, because your mind controls the whole world. The only time that the dream ever has to end is when the real world comes around and sucks up all the enchantment. This poem is an example of the fact that no matter how bad things may seem to be, you can always go to a new exciting world where you are in charge of everything. You are as powerful as you let yourself to be.
The poem is written in Lewis's point of view because he is talking about a new land where anything is possible and how he holds the power to everything and he uses direct words such as "me" and "I". The audience he is directing this poem to would be anybody who feels like reality is too difficult to handle sometimes and that there is an escape from it all. This poem includes hopeful and positive attitude that this Dreamland could come to life and all the good things come true. There is also a playful tone in the poetry because everything Lewis talks about is imaginary and it keeps the reader hooked and wanting to read on, it's interesting and very different from other poetry.
At the same time, the poem can be depressing since at the end of the poem is talks about how everything goes back to reality. This poem really connects with readers who are going through similar problems in their life because it allows other to venture off to another world.
MULTIMEDIA YEAH!
Poetry Collection
Coffee
Not a house.
But instead a pyramid of crystal,
that's surrounded by a motionless fog,
that floats above a sea of black gold.
Within this pyramid
footsteps sound like "Informal Gluttony"
that leave prints of blood
on the floor
but only on the glass tiles.
Atop this residence shines a light;
a frosty viridian flame,
that maintains the heat beneath a vat
of boiling human flesh
And this is where we make sacrifice.
Here, the only creatures are that of the sea
which grow larger with every vigil.
Here, only the stars speak
and mermaids possess the power of love
within their swords.
Rain tastes like tears
and lightning brings life to the undead.
The undead will one day breach this pyramid
but the mermaids, and their swords
will pull it deep into the sea
and will drown all that was.
For me,
this is what coffee tastes like.
GENERAL M.F.G
Dressed in the armour of a boy,
lays the heart of a soldier.
His every breath full of determination,
yet combat keeps getting colder.
Though showing only alleviation,
his dismayed battle cry is still heard.
Though the beat of his soul is at odds,
his courage is a lesson to be learned.
If each cadet his own,
then HIS is his own to each;
for within each awakened day of this cadet,
his own, is to teach.
HOW I BECAM THE SEA
How did I become the sea, you ask?
It really was a simple task.
I dug and dug and dug real deep,
Deep into the sandy heap.
At the bottom there was a great surprise,
I couldn't believe my very own eyes!
Because in the ground there lay a moon-beam,
I could have swore it was a dream.
But when I touched the warm, safe light,
Something happened and I squeezed my eyes tight.
The white waves crashed in,
They changed the colour of my skin.
The water sucked me in and I nearly drowned,
And that's when I heard a sound.
It all was quite a mystery,
but that is how I became the sea.
Harden
The day you evolved,
Into the great Steelix.. it was,
quite onix-pected!
Onix the ground/rock pokemon.
Unfamiliar
How did this strange creation come to be?
Our sweet familiar disposition,
has vastly changed to formal and empty.
'Twas no need to undergo transmission.
My mind declared war, against what was right.
My craving for change soon turned to regret,
Because my heavy heart never turned light.
Thank you for promising to never forget.
I miss my everything I used to know,
but the unfortunate choice was made.
Although there's now room for us both to grow,
It hurts to know I'm the cause of your pain.
Even though we are now not forever,
Best of luck with your future endeavours.
Monday 7 November 2011
FAKE ESSAY SKELETON - Mr Lobb is actually a great guy.
Thesis: My argument I'm going to express would be the fact that Mr. Lobb is a bad influence on his young angel-like students.
*AoD#1 - Lobb is a vicious man.
- He is very intelligent, but he takes advantage of the fact and uses it for evil.
- He lacks compassion. "I don't care about you!"
- He is dangerously aggressive.
- Abnormal behaviour during and after school hours (acts like a domestic animal)
Possibly due to untreated anxiety. He should learn to control all sensations as they erupt through his body, and keep his 'cool'.
*AoD#2 - Lobb supports manipulation
- Encourages mind games
- November 7, 2:48pm: "You need to manipulate everyone around you!" -R.Lobb
- Finds joy in controlling other peoples minds
- Uses all possible manipulated variables which may be used in phyco control loops
For Lobb I would suggest a website such as this one.
*AoD#3 - Lobb is a Tragic Hero
- Considered a character of "Greatness", has higher authority
- He has problems that we understand
- He has flaws, which will eventually bring him to his doom
- His students will learn from his mistakes
- Tragedies come from two areas 1)His height of greatness to depth of loss 2) the realization that he knows what happened and can't do anything about it
There really is no logical solution for this. Mr. R. Lobb is in a pickle.
*AoD#1 - Lobb is a vicious man.
- He is very intelligent, but he takes advantage of the fact and uses it for evil.
- He lacks compassion. "I don't care about you!"
- He is dangerously aggressive.
- Abnormal behaviour during and after school hours (acts like a domestic animal)
Possibly due to untreated anxiety. He should learn to control all sensations as they erupt through his body, and keep his 'cool'.
*AoD#2 - Lobb supports manipulation
- Encourages mind games
- November 7, 2:48pm: "You need to manipulate everyone around you!" -R.Lobb
- Finds joy in controlling other peoples minds
- Uses all possible manipulated variables which may be used in phyco control loops
For Lobb I would suggest a website such as this one.
*AoD#3 - Lobb is a Tragic Hero
- Considered a character of "Greatness", has higher authority
- He has problems that we understand
- He has flaws, which will eventually bring him to his doom
- His students will learn from his mistakes
- Tragedies come from two areas 1)His height of greatness to depth of loss 2) the realization that he knows what happened and can't do anything about it
There really is no logical solution for this. Mr. R. Lobb is in a pickle.
Sunday 6 November 2011
MACBETH: Soliloquy Act 5, Scene 5 - pg. 193
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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There would have been a better time for hearing this.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Acting slowly in this unimportant place every day,
To the last segment of this memorable period of time.
And all our past times have become brighter
The way to die for foolish people. Out, out, abrupt light!
Life's only an action of following bad influences,
And walking and worrying about what everyone else thinks,
Even though nobody ever brings it up again. It is a story
That idiots tell, full of lies and jealousy,
That means nothing.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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There would have been a better time for hearing this.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Acting slowly in this unimportant place every day,
To the last segment of this memorable period of time.
And all our past times have become brighter
The way to die for foolish people. Out, out, abrupt light!
Life's only an action of following bad influences,
And walking and worrying about what everyone else thinks,
Even though nobody ever brings it up again. It is a story
That idiots tell, full of lies and jealousy,
That means nothing.
MACBETH: Soliloquy- Act 3, Scene 1 - pg.107
To be thus is nothing,
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be feared. ‘Tis much he dares,
And to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear; and under him
My Genius is rebuked, as it is said
Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
Non son of mine succeeding. If’t be so,
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind,
For them the gravious Duncan have I murdered,
Put rancours int eh vessel of my peace
Only for them, and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings.
Rather than so, come fate, into the list,
And champion me to th’ utterance. Who’s there?
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To have this power by murdering the king means nothing,
Only to be king by being fair matters. Being scared of Banquo
and all the other things we should be afraid of
in the natural world where he is royalty. He is able to do a lot,
And, in that victory of madness controlling his mind,
He has the knowledge that brings him all the courage
To make all the right moves. He is the only one
Who I fear. I am lower than him
Therefor my natural skills are admired such as,
Mark Antony's was by Caesar. Banquo abused the three weird sisters
When they told me I was going to be king,
Banquo asked them to tell him everything;
They told him I would be the leader.
Then they placed a crown on my head that meant nothing,
And put a dull wand in my hands,
Which will be violently taken from me,
Since I have nobody on my side. If the prediction is true,
I have given up my soul for Banquo's family;
I have killed the great king for them,
Put dark and evil thoughts into my mind
All for them, and I have given my soul
To everyone's enemy, just
So Banquo's sons become kings!
Instead of that happening, bring the final results here,
And battle with me until I die! Who's there?
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be feared. ‘Tis much he dares,
And to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear; and under him
My Genius is rebuked, as it is said
Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
Non son of mine succeeding. If’t be so,
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind,
For them the gravious Duncan have I murdered,
Put rancours int eh vessel of my peace
Only for them, and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings.
Rather than so, come fate, into the list,
And champion me to th’ utterance. Who’s there?
----------------------------------------------------
To have this power by murdering the king means nothing,
Only to be king by being fair matters. Being scared of Banquo
and all the other things we should be afraid of
in the natural world where he is royalty. He is able to do a lot,
And, in that victory of madness controlling his mind,
He has the knowledge that brings him all the courage
To make all the right moves. He is the only one
Who I fear. I am lower than him
Therefor my natural skills are admired such as,
Mark Antony's was by Caesar. Banquo abused the three weird sisters
When they told me I was going to be king,
Banquo asked them to tell him everything;
They told him I would be the leader.
Then they placed a crown on my head that meant nothing,
And put a dull wand in my hands,
Which will be violently taken from me,
Since I have nobody on my side. If the prediction is true,
I have given up my soul for Banquo's family;
I have killed the great king for them,
Put dark and evil thoughts into my mind
All for them, and I have given my soul
To everyone's enemy, just
So Banquo's sons become kings!
Instead of that happening, bring the final results here,
And battle with me until I die! Who's there?
MACBETH - Soliloquy: Act 2, Scene 1 - pg. 79
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd Murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
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This knife pointed in my direction? Come, let me hold you.
I don’t touch you, and yet I can still see you!
The act of murder is as un-caring
As the feelings that you are seeing? Or are you just
A threaten to the mind, a betraying being,
Acting from the thoughts put down by the excitment?
I still see your ghost, as clear to my touch
As the one I now draw.
You lead me to the place that I was going,
And you showed me the weapons I was going to use.
None of my other senses can see you except my eyes,
I still see you,
And the large amount of blood dripping off your blade,
Which did not exist before.
It is the murder I have committed that is making
Me see you? Now, because I took your life
Sleep makes people seem like they have died, and nightmares threaten
Everyone's sleep. Now the witches celebrate
By worshiping the leader of dark magic. And the murder,
Warned by his guards, the wolf,
Who howls as he watches, and in this secret way,
With great strides, moved silently like a ghost
Towards his prey. Quietly moving along the ground,
You can't hear my foot steps, which ever way I walk,
You finally discover where I am,
And take in what's happening at the time,
Which now fits it. While I do the murdering, he survives;
Words bring him back to life from the excitement of the murder.
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd Murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
This knife pointed in my direction? Come, let me hold you.
I don’t touch you, and yet I can still see you!
The act of murder is as un-caring
As the feelings that you are seeing? Or are you just
A threaten to the mind, a betraying being,
Acting from the thoughts put down by the excitment?
I still see your ghost, as clear to my touch
As the one I now draw.
You lead me to the place that I was going,
And you showed me the weapons I was going to use.
None of my other senses can see you except my eyes,
I still see you,
And the large amount of blood dripping off your blade,
Which did not exist before.
It is the murder I have committed that is making
Me see you? Now, because I took your life
Sleep makes people seem like they have died, and nightmares threaten
Everyone's sleep. Now the witches celebrate
By worshiping the leader of dark magic. And the murder,
Warned by his guards, the wolf,
Who howls as he watches, and in this secret way,
With great strides, moved silently like a ghost
Towards his prey. Quietly moving along the ground,
You can't hear my foot steps, which ever way I walk,
You finally discover where I am,
And take in what's happening at the time,
Which now fits it. While I do the murdering, he survives;
Words bring him back to life from the excitement of the murder.
Saturday 5 November 2011
MACBETH: Soliloquy Act 1, Scene 7 - pg. 69
If it were done, when ‘tis done, then ‘twere well
It were done quickly. If th’ assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all-here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgement here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught return
To plague th’ inventor. This even-handed justice
Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Stonr both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his favulties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against
The deep damnation of his taking-off.
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on th’ other-
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If this deed had to have been done, then it would be better
If it were done quickly. The murder of the King
Could be involved with my outcome, only then could I,
be King, because of his death. If only this could mean
I become King and the rest is all forgotten,
Only here in my thoughts,
We’d risk it for the future. Only here,
We are always punished just because we teach others
How to kill one another, and once they figure it out,
They turn on us. This arranged punishment
Becomes the steps of how to get the poison
To our own lips. Duncan is here with benefits.
First, he is here because I am his brother and his influence,
Both Strong reasons against the murder. Secondly,
I should punish the person who killed him,
But instead I killed him myself. Duncan as King
Was a good leader, and has been
So confident with all he has done, that the people who worshiped him
Will pray in his name, all together, against
The damage that his death has done.
The disappointment and sadness,
His people, and the natural order of things, listen
to all of the gossip,
So everyone knows about the horrid death,
Everyone will cry. I don’t have any
Good reasons for killing him,
I was just being selfish,
And now it has interrupted the natural orders of everything.
It were done quickly. If th’ assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all-here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgement here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being taught return
To plague th’ inventor. This even-handed justice
Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Stonr both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his favulties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against
The deep damnation of his taking-off.
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on th’ other-
------------------------------------------------------------
If this deed had to have been done, then it would be better
If it were done quickly. The murder of the King
Could be involved with my outcome, only then could I,
be King, because of his death. If only this could mean
I become King and the rest is all forgotten,
Only here in my thoughts,
We’d risk it for the future. Only here,
We are always punished just because we teach others
How to kill one another, and once they figure it out,
They turn on us. This arranged punishment
Becomes the steps of how to get the poison
To our own lips. Duncan is here with benefits.
First, he is here because I am his brother and his influence,
Both Strong reasons against the murder. Secondly,
I should punish the person who killed him,
But instead I killed him myself. Duncan as King
Was a good leader, and has been
So confident with all he has done, that the people who worshiped him
Will pray in his name, all together, against
The damage that his death has done.
The disappointment and sadness,
His people, and the natural order of things, listen
to all of the gossip,
So everyone knows about the horrid death,
Everyone will cry. I don’t have any
Good reasons for killing him,
I was just being selfish,
And now it has interrupted the natural orders of everything.
MACBETH - Soliloquy: Act 1, Scene 5 - pg.61
‘They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfect’st report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the King, who all-hailed me “Thane of Cawdor”, by which title, before these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time with “Hail King that shalt be!” This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that though mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.’
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o’ th’ mink of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou’dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries ‘Thus thou must do, if thou have it’;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crowned withal.
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''We met up on day we won the battle, and I have
learned by the most perfect fact that they have more in them than
human knowledge. When I wanted so badly to ask them
more questions, they made themselves disappear into thin air.
While I stood and wondered what had happened letters came from
the king, who called me, 'Worthy Lord of Cawdor',
these weird sisters had just approached me, and called me the
future king! I thought it was a good idea
to pass the news on to you, my hope in
this world, is that you keep your happiness by
being aware of what all the great things that are to come. Lay it to your
heart, and good-bye."
You are the Worth Lord of Glamis and of Cawdor and you deserve to be
What the weird sisters have told you. I'm just afraid that your big heart;
Is too kind to complete the task.
There is a shortcut to get the power. You could be great;
You have ambition, but you do not have
The drive that usually comes with having ambition.
While you want to be king, you also want to act like a leader;
You would play the game fair, but you’d cheat to win. Lord of Glamis,
you are not brave enough, "This is what you have to do to be king.
And if you are afraid to do what you must,
Then your wish will not come true." Hurry and get here,
So I can tell you all my ideas and opinions
And with the courage behind my words, scold you for
All that keeps you from becoming king, and get you the powers
That the three weird sisters seem
To want you to have.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o’ th’ mink of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou’dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries ‘Thus thou must do, if thou have it’;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crowned withal.
------------------------------------------------------
''We met up on day we won the battle, and I have
learned by the most perfect fact that they have more in them than
human knowledge. When I wanted so badly to ask them
more questions, they made themselves disappear into thin air.
While I stood and wondered what had happened letters came from
the king, who called me, 'Worthy Lord of Cawdor',
these weird sisters had just approached me, and called me the
future king! I thought it was a good idea
to pass the news on to you, my hope in
this world, is that you keep your happiness by
being aware of what all the great things that are to come. Lay it to your
heart, and good-bye."
You are the Worth Lord of Glamis and of Cawdor and you deserve to be
What the weird sisters have told you. I'm just afraid that your big heart;
Is too kind to complete the task.
There is a shortcut to get the power. You could be great;
You have ambition, but you do not have
The drive that usually comes with having ambition.
While you want to be king, you also want to act like a leader;
You would play the game fair, but you’d cheat to win. Lord of Glamis,
you are not brave enough, "This is what you have to do to be king.
And if you are afraid to do what you must,
Then your wish will not come true." Hurry and get here,
So I can tell you all my ideas and opinions
And with the courage behind my words, scold you for
All that keeps you from becoming king, and get you the powers
That the three weird sisters seem
To want you to have.
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