Discuss the concept of "having faith and keeping faith" in the works of Alfred Lord Tennyson. Be sure to include references to both "Ulysses" and "Idylls of the King". Give examples from the text where individuals are called upon to keep faith with their king (or country), their spouse, etc. What holds characters back from taking that necessary "leap of faith"?
Most men don't know what it really means to have faith, because most men are too piss-in-their-pants terrified to embrace the simple truth at the crux of every man's soul: you haven't lived until you've killed somebody. Since most people are hypocritical shit-turkeys with mouths where their dick and balls should be, I guess that's what holds them back. Having faith is trusting yourself enough to kill a bitch. I don't know anything about this Lord motherfucker, but in my experience, guys like that have a lot of money and not much else, you know what I'm saying?
Describe the crisises of faith present in the works of Tennyson, Arnold and Hopkins. What are they? How do they portray them? How do they overcome them or what hope do they hold out?
This is what I'm talking about, these poor tuberculotic pissants we call men writing and crying and rubbing each other's dicks and having crises of faith. You know who never has a crisis of faith? A good soldier with money in his pocket and food in his belly. You fight well, you earn your keep, and God provides for you. And if not, then I will.
Are conventional Victorian ideas about women contested or supported in Goblin Market? Can the poem be seen as demonstrating a power struggle between men and women? Compare the portrayal of male and female spheres of existence in Goblin Market.
Ahh, I've heard of the Goblin Market. It's where they send all the ugly female slaves to get bought and sold at auction, right? They'd never catch me there, that's for damn sure, but I guess every man has his preferences. Takes all kinds of fish to fill the ocean, and it takes a whole lot of ugly to turn a man off when he's surrounded by THIS much desert on all sides, but what can I say, I like the finer things in life.
Compare the aestheticization of women as depicted in Rossetti’s "In an Artist’s Studio" and Robert Browning’s "My Last Duchess." In what ways are women treated as objects? Be specific!
Oh man, woman can be lots of objects. Footstools, if they've got those cute little back rolls, or you can use them to hold things like a really sexy little end table. Sometimes I like to pretend my gun's a woman, you've got to hold them just right and squeeze to make them fire. You know what I'm talking about, am I right? Now my experience with duchesses has been that the lot of them are harder to get into than the duke's safe, you know what I'm saying? Some things are locked up tighter than the king's jewels, and it takes a hell of a lot of persuasion to get in there. I've never fucked anybody in an artist's studio, but I did cut a painter's balls off once. Howled like a monkey, let me tell you.
In The Importance of Being Earnest, many of the presumed lies turn out to have a grain of truth in them. Jack, who is pretending to be Ernest, really does turn out to be named Ernest. And while Jack has pretended to have a brother, he does, in fact, turn out to have a real brother. To what extent does lying figure into the play?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS STORY EVEN ABOUT? I'd kill both those motherfuckers and his fucking brother before I tried to figure this one out. Let me set the record straight. Only assholes think that the best lies are founded on a grain of truth. The best lies are the ones you believe. Then all you have to do is make others believe them.
Shit, I need to take a piss...