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Alex Holzman
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Topic: Favorite Lines in a book
Posted: 12 Feb 2013 19:09

Well all have to have a favorite line or passage from a book. You know, that one line that really hits you and knocks you back with its prose or depth. Share it here.

I know mine in an instant. I've written in randomly on school chalkboards just because I've memorized it at this point.

"The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then a distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? … The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At the crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment. He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt." --Cormac McCarthy, The Road

It's just so incredibly written. Some of those words don't even technically exist anymore (salitter, which roughly means "the essence of God"). McCarthy is an absolute genius, the true master of our time.

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'The Road' - Analysis

The prompt for this essay was, "Literature is often defined as any work that rewards a reader with some insight into an objective truth. Based on this definition, do you believe that The Road  is a piece of literature?" *********************************** Works which we, as a collective, remember with the most clarity are those that impart a new truth or truths to us. Be it profound...

Added 18 Feb 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.69 | Views 12,044

Princeton Application Essay

The prompt for this essay was, "Using a quote from a favorite book as a leaping off point, describe a significant event in your life and how it affected your values." **************************** “Modern science has been a voyage into the unknown, with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop. Many passengers would rather have stayed home.” -- Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot To...

Added 17 Feb 2013 | Category Memoirs | Votes 6 | Avg Score 3.83 | Views 1,799 | 1 Comment

To Write a Story

To Write A Story Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush teeth. Skip breakfast. Go to class. Pretend to care. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush, brush, brush those teeth. Feel the pangs of hunger. Ignore them. Get to class late. Sleep. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Can’t sleep. Can never sleep. Monotony....

Added 14 Feb 2013 | Category Young Adult | Votes 2 | Avg Score 3.5 | Views 1,017 | 1 Comment

The AP Complex

Abstract Focusing on the students designated “AP Kids,” and the emotional/psychological impacts of their efforts in areas outside the classroom. Using my own personal observations, perceptions, and conclusions concerning these students, and after spending the better part of the school year with them, I have laid out what I believe to be a psychological complex: the Advanced Placement...

Added 13 Feb 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 997 | 1 Comment

The Rhapsody of the World

The subdued yellow glow of lampposts served as my makeshift milestones as I trudged down the road. Humidity choked the post-storm air. The storm had raged for hours; there had been reports of widespread flooding and destruction. Revealed in the now cloudless sky, though, were the vermiculite wisps of nebulae, a rare sight so close to the city. It was late, and I could not sleep, as my...

Added 12 Feb 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.29 | Views 1,054 | 4 Comments

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