Series- a group or a number of related or similar things, events, etc., arranged or occurring in temporal, spatial, or other order or succession.
Sequence- the following of one thing after another; succession.
Define:
Icon- A pattern that physically resembles what it ‘stands for’. It is a sign that looks like or resembles the thing it represents.
-A picture of your face is an icon of you.
Index- An ‘index’ is defined by some sensory feature, A, (something directly visible, audible, smellable, etc) that correlates with and thus implies or ‘points to’ B, something of interest to an animal. All animals exploit various kinds of indexical signs in dealing with the world. The more intelligent animals are good at learning and exploiting more sophisticated induces (thus a cat will use and learn many more indexical signs than a frog, a fish or an ant – which tend to be restricted to ones acquired innately.)
-dark clouds in the west are an index of impending rain
Symbol- Symbols are easily removable from their context and are closely associated with large sets of other words; signs that are not words.
-bald eagle for USA
Signs have :
a signal aspect, some physical pattern (eg, a sound or visible shape) and
a meaning - some semantic content that is implied or `brought to mind'
Where:
Icons have a physical resemblance between the signal and the meaning
Indices have a correlation in space and time with its meaning.
Symbols (content words like nouns, verbs and adjectives) are (sound) patterns) that get meaning:
primarily from its mental association with other symbols and
secondarily from its correlation with environmental patterns.
I think that a successful book jacket needs to convey the right feel or mood of the book, include good imagery, and just the right amount of text.
BOOKS: Charlotte Bronte- Jane Eyre, Emily Bronte- Wuthering Heights, Anne Bronte- Agnes Grey; Gothic novel genre
Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Bronte are all sisters. The sisters had written compulsively from early childhood and were first published, at their own expense, in 1846 as poets under the pseudonyms Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell. The book attracted little attention, selling only two copies. The sisters returned to prose, producing a novel each in the following year. Charlotte's Jane Eyre, Emily's Wuthering Heights and Anne's Agnes Grey were released in 1847 after their long search to secure publishers. The novels attracted great critical attention and steadily became best-sellers, but the sisters' careers were shortened by ill-health. Emily died the following year before she could complete another novel, and Anne published her second novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, in 1848, a year before her death. Upon publicationJane Eyre received the most critical and commercial success of all the Brontë works, continuing to this day. Charlotte's Shirley appeared in 1849 and was followed by Villette in 1853. Her first novel, The Professor, was published posthumously in 1857; her uncompleted fragment, Emma, was published in 1860; and some of her juvenile writings remained unpublished until the late twentieth century. Charlotte died at the age of 38 in 1855 after a short illness, possibly related to her pregnancy. She had married her father's curate, Arthur Bell Nicholls, less than a year earlier.
Wuthering Heights blurb: Heathcliff, an orphan, is raised by Mr Earnshaw as one of his own children. Hindley despises him but wild Cathy becomes his constant companion, and he falls deeply in love with her. When she will not marry him, Heathcliff's terrible vengeance ruins them all - but still his and Cathy's love will not die . .
--A story of doomed love and revenge with a brilliant new introduction from the author of The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton.
Jane Eyre blurb- The thrilling story of mystery, betrayal and love. Orphaned Jane Eyre endures an unhappy childhood, hated by her aunt and cousins and then sent to comfortless Lowood School. But life there improves, and Jane stays on as a teacher, though she still longs for love and friendship. At Mr Rochester's house, where she goes to work as a governess, she hopes she might have found them - until she learns the terrible secret of the attic.
Agnes Grey blurb- When her family becomes impoverished after a disastrous financial speculation, Agnes Grey determines to find work as a governess in order to contribute to their meagre income and assert her independence. But Agnes’ enthusiasm is swiftly extinguished as she struggles first with the unmanageable Bloomfield children and then with the painful disdain of the haughty Murray family; the only kindness she receives comes from Mr Weston, the sober young curate. Drawing on her own experience, Anne Bront’s first novel offers a compelling personal perspective on the desperate position of unmarried, educated women for whom becoming a governess was the only respectable career open in Victorian society.
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gothic- noting or pertaining to a style of literature characterized by a gloomy setting, grotesque, mysterious, or violent events, and an atmosphere of degeneration and decay
abuse- to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way
destroy- to reduce (an object) to useless fragments, a useless form, or remains, as by rending, burning, or dissolving; injure beyond repair or renewal; demolish; ruin; annihilate.
romance- a romantic spirit, sentiment, emotion, or desire
dark- gloomy; cheerless; dismal
misty- obscure; vague; dark and blurred.
revenge- to exact punishment or expiation for a wrong on behalf of, esp. in a resentful or vindictive spirit
rival- person who is competing for the same object or goal as another, or who tries to equal or outdo another; competitor.
classic- of literary or historical renown; traditional
resent- to feel or show displeasure or indignation at (a person, act, remark, etc.) from a sense of injury or insult.
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The three books are serious fictional novels about romance, hate, and revenge.
To suggest a Victorian era
To suggest a dark time
To suggest childhood abuse
To suggest a timeless love
To suggest a need for revenge
To suggest wealth and inheritance
To suggest properness and respectability
To suggest despair and sadness
Wuthering Heights by Pat Benetar:
Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my
Wuthering, Wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to
Wuthering, Wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window
Ooh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
So cold
Jane Eyre lyrics by Jane:
I'm locked inside this haunted room
With nowhere to escape my fear
Must I suffer for another's crime?
When will they let me out of here?
I'll never hear the skylarks sing
I'll never see the linnets fly
If other children can be loved
Oh God above, then why can't I?
Is there no one to kiss good night?
I long to feel a warm embrace
My rag doll is my only friend
An orphan with a dirty face
She cries when she is locked away
For she is poor and plain, like me
But there is beauty in her heart
That nobody will ever see
Oh Mother, Father where are you?
Please tell me why you had to die
I want to be an angel, too
I pray that you will take me to heaven
Cry on my grave
Pray for the childhood
No soul could save
But if I'm to stay on this earth
God, let me brave
Let me be brave
Let me be brave
Jane Eyre lyrics by Rochester-
Love is like a virus we're infected with
You're so naive
Wouldn't it be wonderful
If life was just as you perceive?
Women are inhuman, worthless
Hard and savage
On the average
Never to be trusted
Completely maladjusted, it's true
And if I'd not loved a few
I might ahave been as good as you
She was my flame, my gallic slyph
I was her fool's delight
She put me in her spell and turned my
Rage to trust in just one night
With appetites for pleasure
We would search for buried treasure
In the excess of temptation
I thought it my salvation, it's true
And if I had thought things through
I might have been as good as you
She found me handsome
My opera dancer
And like a fool I believed it was true
I held the world inside my hands, a man
Full in his prime
When she left me for another
Pierced my heart a second time
"Nothing lasts forever," she said
"Find the door yourself, dear, won't you?
Think me still your flower
I've treasured every hour, it's true
And if I had loved you, too
I might have been as good as you."
I came upong her some time later
The years had not been very kind
She has this child, Adele
Said she was mine, as well
"Nothing lasts forever, Edward
Take good care and, oh yes
Won't you take our lovely daughter?
For you see, dear, I don't want her
But I'm still your flower
I'll just bloom elsewhere
Tell her my soul is in heaven, with God"
Miss Eyre, I tell you this
Because I want you to know
That I, with some luck
WIthout some shame, without blame
Or the curse of my name
Might have been as good as you
Revenge-
Tears the mind can't tell are true,
Pain the heart can't share.
Anger wrapped up in deceit,
It's more than I can bear.
The hurt and torture deep inside,
The scalding pain of hate.
The sadness deep inside my soul,
That anger did create.
The anger causes pain inside,
Too deep to understand.
And the pain, in turn, will cause,
More malice to my hand.
The scourge I lay upon you now,
You surely cannot break.
This curse will last for on and on,
You've made a grave mistake.
-Kim Hooten
Snow Patrol-
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
Wuthering Heights poem-
Heathcliff-like, you haunt my dreams,
central force of all my schemes.
Each decision carefully planned,
manoeuvred by your guiding hand.
Seeds you scattered long ago
only now begin to grow;
germinating slowly first,
unfolding with an unquenched thirst.
Across the barren wasteland calling;
as the burning sleet is falling;
Kathy walks with silent tread
through the lowlands of the dead
where ancient ghosts with hollow eyes
search the endless, sullen skies
and icy fingers pierce the skin,
trying to reach the soul within.
The air is filled with Ravens' cries
and jilted lovers mournful sighs.
Their bitterness will not be shaken,
nor their torment be forsaken.
Call your Kathy from her cold
and wasted, empty moorland road.
To Wuthering Heights, bring her back home,
no more these twisted paths to roam.
Out onto the frozen moor
where deep snow lies and north winds roar,
Heathcliff passes through the veil
with eyes so black and skin so pale;
as kathy waits beneath the Elm,
to welcome to her lonely realm
the one whose love she once rejected,
who now her heart shall keep protected.
When the day is quiet and still
look out towards the Heathered hill
just as the Sun is going down
and shadows swathe it like a gown.
Two lovers walking hand in hand
across the shimmering, whitened land.
Where they are going, no-one can know -
they leave no footprints in the snow.
Charlotte Bronte-
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Phaedrus-
Those who plot the destruction of others often fall themselves.
Wuthering Heights quote-
"Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes..."
Jane Eyre quote-
"I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me" (Chapter 17). Jane says this when she sees Rochester again after his absence. She had tried to talk herself out of loving him, but it was impossible. This is also an example of one of the times that Jane addresses the reader.
Agnes Grey quote-
All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry, shrivelled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut.
