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1. The speaker is in his chamber late at night reading old books.
2. The speaker starts feeling drowsy when he hears a tapping at the window.
3. The speaker comforts himself into believing that the tapping sound is a visitor who has come to see him.
4. The speaker is surprised to find no one when he opens his door.
5. The speaker gets even more frightened when the curtains rustle.
6. The speaker hears a noise at the window and a raven flies in.
7. The speaker whispers the name "Lenore", and he hears the same name echoed back.:
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For my paper, I think I want to write about my first concert experience, and not one of the one’s that your parent’s take you to. I want to talk about the first time I was alone with my best friends in one of the most crowded, claustrophobic, and euphoric experiences of my life. The air was so warm, and I remember every inch of me sweating like no other. My friends and I were packed like sardines towards the front of the pit. We’d stood in line for hours before. We thought we were going to be so close to the stage, which we were when we ran in. After the rest of the line that was behind us had been scanned in, the proximity that we were to the stage decreased. All of the people began to push forward and eventually go their way. As naïve and innocent freshman in high school, it seemed natural to let the people who couldn’t find their friend move to the front. Little did we know, there was an entire friend group following in suit, and our spot slowly got taken over. My friends and I were so angry. We had waited for 5 hours in the hot summer weather for our spots, and they were taken within minutes. Let me tell you, that nativity never happened again. We learned our lesson. Songs from the 90s blasted from the speakers, and the crowd sang along as we waited for our favorite bands. I think I remember singing to “Buddy Holly” by Weezer and watching my best friend sing every word. I was so amazed. I always thought I was the one in our little group who listened to all of the older music. “How in the world do you know ‘Buddy Holly’?” I asked Rachel. “My dad loves Weezer. I have no idea why, but he does,” she replied. I laughed. “Weezer is good.” I had gained my tasted in music the same way. The first time I went to bake chocolate chip cookies, now a staple in my family, my dad played artists like Aerosmith, Frank Sinatra, and Fall Out Boy. A varied mix, I know, but that was the day I figured out what kind of music I actually liked.
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"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….
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<span>A literary critic's analysis of the characters and their contrasts in the play. I would say this would be the best source since presumably the literary critic would be trained in Shakespeare's plays and would be used to writing analyses from long experience doing them whereas students would not have that much experience with his plays most likely.</span>
A centrally planned economy oppose these basic economic characteristics- Property owned by private individuals, Market pricing determination by supply and demand forces, encouragement of competition among the companies and providing a wide range of choice to consumer.
