Sunday, 1 November 2015

A Sunday Taken over by English Literature

How do I love English literature? Let me count the ways.
     I reviewed Sigh No More, To an Athlete Dying Young, Meditation XVII (No Man Is an Island), Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds and one poem narrating a woman's yearn for her beloved one who never returned form Vietnam War, after reading Charlotte's Web today. If only I could make up all the things I snoozed away in class ASAP.
     It came into my mind when I read To an Athlete Dying Young that quite a few singers or actors retire as reaching their peaks of careers for a long-reserved fame. In my point of view, even though the two cases are not exactly identical, there is a similarity.
What an intriguing paradox it is to state by crossing the threshold of mortality, one achieves immortality.
     As for Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds, as far as I am concerned, metaphors are cleverly used in the sonnet to expound the features of true love. The poem, written with a stern attitude, is not only penned but ended nicely and the notions of true love are thus made convincible. John Donne, however, advocates an opposite idea that love lasts not forever .



My recent life:

     I am preparing for my mid-term presentation which is a short play adapted from Othello. I shall take the role as Brabantio and I am now memorizing the play. It must be a hilarious scene that I take out the play and utter aloud things like "o thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter...." in British accent literally every day!

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