Jeez, what am I supposed to write about this week? There’s nothing I can really work with. The only thing we really covered was the
importance of a name, soooo…here goes I guess.
I guess I can reiterate the point I’ve used FIFTY FREAKING
TIMES for different things this week in class, which is that integrity is more
important than looking good in the eyes of those who cannot see.
Wait-What do I mean by “in the eyes of those who cannot see?”
I mean absolutely nothing.
I thought it would be a good thing to add to a thesis I wrote. It made it seem deeper than it was. I could really have put “in the eyes of other
people,” but what good would that do me?
I feel like this post is going nowhere in a hurry. So I guess I should try to create a meaning
for those who can’t see.
Hmmmmmm.
Ah-here is a good way to explain it: money. Much of society determines who they hang out
with based on money. If they ain’t rich,
they ain’t my friend. It doesn’t matter
how the person got rich, what the person does for a living, or whether the
person is a good friend to have, it’s all about the money. They cannot see. In The
Crucible, the citizens of Salem cannot see.
John Proctor has been accused as a witch, and therefore he must be a bad
man. They think they can make him better
by confessing.
There’s just one problem-he has already confessed.
He has confessed to adultery. He told the truth and through that is shown
to be a better man than any Salemite could ever dream of being. If he would confess to witchcraft he would be
throwing away his integrity all over again.
It doesn’t matter though, because he has his integrity
again, and although some cannot see it, those who can see him-those who
matter-know he is honest, and that is all that matters.
You probably don't get the title, I know.
This is the last verse to the song:
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
They've come to take me home."
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
They've come to take me home."
And here's a link to the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OO2PuGz-H8
I like that you explained your otherwise ambiguous ending to your thesis statement. I also loved your stream of conscious! Or is it conscience? I don't know. Either way, your money analogy was great, but was that taking into account the whole old money people frown on new money people? I'm just nitpicking, good job.
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