Still it would be marvelous to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily, or kill a nun with a blow on the ear. It would be great to go through the streets with a green knife letting out yells until I died of the cold.
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep, going on down, into the moist guts of the earth, taking in and thinking, eating every day.
I don't want so much misery. I don't want to go on as a root and a tomb, alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses, half frozen, dying of grief.
That's why Monday, when it sees me coming with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline, and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel, and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night.
And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist houses, into hospitals where the bones fly out the window, into shoeshops that smell like vinegar, and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.
There are sulphur-colored birds, and hideous intestines hanging over the doors of houses that I hate, and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot, there are mirrors that ought to have wept from shame and terror, there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical cords.
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow <span>dirty tears are falling.</span>
One of the people I know who have high self-esteem is one of my older siblings who tried until they reached their goal she fed the poor helped to find shelter and also achieved her own record of getting straight A's. Lot's of people have told her it's impossible but she planned and beat the impossible now she's really on the top. She was really depending and believing in herself and only herself.
One of the people I know who have low self-esteem is one of my friends nicknamed as Lila Lilly she never believed in herself and only followed what people would say. Not offending anyone here. this is just a connection to my life. She was not improving in her classes but paying attention to how much attention she receives from people to be the most popular. She only listened to what people would say; like trust me i bet you won't get to that point, or just take the easier rode and cheat look what we all do for our own good.
These are really true stories I promise. Hope this helps ~ Please mark me brainliest I'm in the need of it!! Thank you~
If Gatsby represents one part of Fitzgerald's personality, the flashy celebrity who pursued and glorified wealth in order to impress the woman he loved, then Nick represents another part: the quiet, reflective Midwesterner adrift in the lurid East. ... Gatsby, in particular, comes to trust him and treat him as a confidant.
help out someone? i was walking and someone bilnd fell so i Helped them out or someone was being bullied about there body sol i walked in and said everyone is beautiful and to not be ashamed of she different. hope this helps.
