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FR.Leavis: Literature and Society Two or three years back, or at any time in the Marxizing decade, having been invited to discourse on 'Literature and Society' , I should have known what was expected of me- and what to expect. I should have been expected to discuss, or to give opportunities for discussing, the duty of the writer to identify himself with the working-class, the duty of the critic to evaluate works of literature in terms of the degree in which they seemed calculated to further ( or otherwise) the proper and pre-destined outcome of the class- struggle, and the duty of the literary historian to explain literary history as the reflection of changing economic and material realities (the third adjective, 'social', which I almost added here, would be otiose). i should have been braced for such challenges as the proposition that D.H. Lawrence, though he was unquestionably aware of and tried to describe the outside forces that were undermi

Question: Examine the relationship between Ferdinand and Miranda in the Tempest. or, Comment on the love-story of Ferdinand and Miranda in the tempest. ....................................................................................................................................... .............................. Answer: Love is the predominant theme of Shakespeare comedies. The entire atmosphere is surcharged with love. But the love- theme does not dominate in the Tempest. The play’s main plot is a story of forgiveness and reconciliation, and the love theme is pushed into the background. The love story of Ferdinand and Miranda constitutes only an episode in the play although it is skillfully integrated with the main story. Earn money from Your Facebook Acount http://www.fanslave.net/ref.php?ref=252089 The first meeting between the lovers has been admirably managed. Ferdinand brooding over his father’s death is fascinated with the music of Ariel, and considers it c

After the Funeral (In memory of Ann Jones) After the funeral, mule praises, brays, Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tap Tap happily of one peg in the thick Grave's foot, blinds down the lids, the teeth in black, The spittled eyes, the salt ponds in the sleeves, Morning smack of the spade that wakes up sleep, Shakes a desolate boy who slits his throat In the dark of the coffin and sheds dry leaves, That breaks one bone to light with a judgment clout' After the feast of tear-stuffed time and thistles In a room with a stuffed fox and a stale fern, I stand, for this memorial's sake, alone In the snivelling hours with dead, humped Ann Whose hodded, fou