According to Zygmunt BaumanIt we live in a liquid world, that is we are overwhelmed by information, relationships are not mostly meant to last, things change at a pace never seen before by humans, having said this, our literary culture is bombarded by mass produced literature, for instance the <em>Twilight</em> saga and the <em>Harry Porter</em> saga which by themselvesis not bad but it seems that people compete to say how many book they have read, but the question is how many books have they really read? Although I wouldn't change much of the writying style, I don't think there is a general school of writing nowadays so anyone can be romantic, barroque, neoclassic, moden, what suits them, but the approach to reading for details and cross reference to traditional and classic must be preserved. There is no denial that more people read now but they need to be taught how to read critically and challenge the classic tropes, but not by enacting newer tropes, for instance I am yet to see a prodigalson story emphasising and redeeming the older brother.
The government cannot have a say on cultural matters, the max they can do is help promote new artists.
It certainly differs to the mass production approach of publishers, as everyboidey else they need money so it is understandable that they encourage this liquid approach to reading, the faster you read, the more books you will buy, so although we have analysed the phenomenom it is difficult to pass a final judgement on how things ought to be.
The marker of the mofat has to make me do the vacation of the mofat.
If we were to remove the final two lines, we could say that this poem was just about love
The thing which occupies most of Gregor's time as he spends months locked in his room is shown in the option : D. He thinks about his previous life and how unhappy and unfulfilled he was. The fate is cruel, from the routine which gradually made him sick, his life turned him into a helpless creature. Even though that his body is not like that of human being, his soul and memories are remain inside his shell, that means he always traces all back to then, asking himself : Why? Why didn't I engoy my life, why I chose this path? Is it a punishment for my mistakes?''. He compared his present and previous feelings and understood that the difference between them is almost none.
